Holy art Thou Lord of the Universe
Holy art Thou whom nature has not formed
Holy art Thou the vast and the mighty One
Lord of light and of the darkness
The God of our fathers calls to us. From across time, from across great distances of both time and understanding. In the dead of the night the God of our mothers calls to us. Grandmothers whisper ancient hymns and psalms, forgotten words and promises, rippling reminders in the babbling creeks in hidden mountain streams. The God of our ancestors calls to us, but not from church pulpits, not from Sunday sermons. Our God does not speak dead words, His words are Living Fire and Mystic Flame. The God of our people dwells in tents, moves in columns of smoke, and speaks from burning acacia trees. The God of our tribes cannot be contained in buildings, in statues, in books or doctrines. The Living God is bigger than all concept, no theology can set a boundary around Him, no tradition can set His limits. The Lord Of Host, the great I AM looks through your eyes and hears through your ears, He is closer to you than your own jugular vein. “Know ye not that ye are the temple of God, and that the Spirit of God dwelleth in you?” (1 Cor. 3:16-17) He thunders from the mountains and the lightening bolt is in His palm. Our tradition has been dormant but it lives in our cells, it lives in our bones and reaches out to us across time in the prayers of our ancestors. Ancient names of the Most High, El Shaddai, Elyon, Eheieh, Adonai…reverberate into your ear from thousands of years ago…they vibrate in the Holy of Holies, the inner chambers of your heart.
Our tradition has been stolen and buried. Stolen by blind men who never had eyes to see. Dead men who taught only shame and fear, weakness and groveling. Clever men who twisted words and convinced the world that there was no need to dig deeper. They buried the truth without knowing that the map to the buried treasure exists in the hearts of the Daughters and Sons of Man. We won’t attempt to see with their dead eyes. Our eyes and open and alive, our hearts reveal what they try to conceal.
The Living God calls…who will answer?
