Nobody Bigger Than We Are

It was an Elvis song, wasn't it? “Who made the mountains, who made the trees? Who made the rivers flow to the sea?...Somebody bigger than you and I.” And the lyrics go on to extol the virtues of rain, flowers, birdsong, even moon and stars, and as well, to give that Bigger Somebody the responsibility for supporting us on long journeys, curing loneliness, giving relief from despair and being the delivery man for faith.

Why do I feel left out in all of this?

I've never felt more strongly than I do now that God, or Source, or the Universe is immeasurably big and powerful beyond even the thought of any limit.

But I no longer believe myself to be solely an observer of that limitlessness or a beneficiary of the goodwill of a benevolent God. I know, I feel, I believe that I am a participant in that Magnificence; I am so much greater than my prior small view of me.

I've found a name that works for me for All That Is. It's The Big Uanme. (you and me) So now...as big as I can imagine, I am. I claim my splendor. (thanks, Luz) And I no longer give the time of day to the thought that I am separate from you, or from any of All That Is.

There is nobody bigger than we are!

Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow?

“Praise God from whom all blessings flow…” So begins the doxology that I sang every Sunday in my father’s church. Lying in the shadows, seeping through the words of the sermon, forming parentheses around the strains of the invitational hymn was the subtext that retribution, punishment and curses also flowed, and if I did not ‘get right with God’ the blessings would dry up, and the consequences of my sin would catch up with me in full measure.

Not my father's church

But, what if all that flows from the Divine, the eternal, the infinite is blessing? Somehow, within me, whatever name I use for this all encompassing Source, (Love, All that is, The Universe, God) I can find nothing but blessing in it. And if that be so, what is keeping me from being the beneficiary of the flow? It makes sense that it has something to do with me.

So, let me today affirm this. God is good! Her blessings are immeasurable, stocked up, waiting to be poured out! And I have a choice to face the windows of heaven, let fall away the barriers I have built around me, and allow the blessing in…first trickling through a crack in my wall, then showering me, now flooding me, until I have no option other than to swim and frolic in it’s endless flow.

Oh, is this what a heavenly choir is?

Praise Source from whom only blessing flows.