Psalm 95:6
O come, let us worship and bow down, let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker!
When I was a little boy, I would go to my room and play. Even as I grew into my high school years, I would often retreat to my room. It was a place where I could go when I was afraid. The little boy that was still inside of me needed a safe place, a place where I felt accepted and loved.
With my dad being often gone due to military service, my mom would come into my room and often would kneel down with me. I cannot remember what game we were playing; I just remember how much better I felt that she was there. Tears inside and out were wiped by a gentle hand. It was moments when I felt closer to her. Now, both on our knees, I knew I was accepted and loved.
I must confess the times that I get on my knees before God come now when I am begging for God’s help, either in need for personal comfort or in need of compassion to care for others. On my knees, whether in confession or in pain, I experience God as my loving mother on her knees caring for the little boy inside of me.
Loving God, on our knees, we feel your love. May we share that love with others. Amen.
Rev. Chuck Murphy
Minister of Congregational Care
