Friday, August 18, 2006
Blue sky. Clouds so full and white they must reach to heaven and so reflect its glorious purity.
They move swiftly across the sky,
Blown by some celestial wind,
Pushed by some Invisible Hand.
A small bird soars on the breeze, on currents invisible to human eyes but capable of easily holding up its small body. A small miracle not noticed as one.
Was it really any harder for Peter to be held up on that Galilean lake so long ago? Perhaps all we need is faith as small as a bird's. Let us not allow Peter, and of course, Jesus, to be the only two people on earth to walk on water. Step out. Fly into the arms of God.