Long for Divine Presence

Who is your rock? Mine was my mother-  Elizabeth Alvina Kautz Heitmeyer Boelter.

She died in 1987 at age 68.   But hopefully, her legacy lives on in me and in my sons.

Her strong love was the rock- The foundation of my life.

Nothing, Nothing, Nothing Could shake that love.

Not my teenage rebellion,  Not My tumultuous coming out process, Not any swerves in my wavy curvy pathway through life- Marriage, career, divorce, family, ministry

Through every phase of my life My mom was present for me, Like Christ.

And like Christ, She was present even when I moved far away from her- Physically,  spiritually, Intellectually.

That is why Christ is called The Rock. The cornerstone.

Not because he is so important or exalted, But because Like a mothers love The presence of God in Christ undergirds all our lives.

Not always obvious, But pervasive.

Not always recognized, But penetrating every facet of our lives.

Not always accepted by us, But still there, Still operative, Still hanging in there And in that very hanging changing our lives.

So what Is our part then?  Simply this.

First, To hungrily drink in that Presence of God As St Peter demands of us, Like a newborn drinks her mothers milk.

We need to long for that divine presence Languish for it. Rejoice in it. Let it fill us up. Let ourselves  be remade by that encounter with the Divine.

Peter turns this way When Having identified Christ as the Rock And ground of our being, The apostle goes on to say

"you are a chosen race, A royal priesthood,  a holy nation,  God’s own people."

Peter piles on the metaphors To convince his hearers Who are entering the darkest times of their lives That God is still there, Still cares, Still undergirds their lives.

He does so for this reason:

“in order that you may proclaim the mighty acts of the One who called you out of darkness into God's marvelous light. Once you were not a people, but now you are God’s people; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy.”

Think about it: How are you called to be a rock, A priest, Gods man or woman, A purveyor and vessel and source of Gods light and mercy?

Back in Texas when I first got religion in high school during the Jesus movement of the 1970s my mother attended a Mother's Day brunch for a group where I had become involved.  

In a very evangelical way the mothers were all challenged to proclaim and witness to their faith by writing down their witness or testimony-   here is what my mother wrote-    

My faith means everything to me. First, of all, I know that Jesus died on the Cross for our sins. We only have to have faith And believe what is told to us in the bible with all our hearts,.

Jesus is my friend. He has been there for me In times of extreme sadness, As well as happiness, In sickness and in health.

He is with me daily as I perform my duties As a wife, mother, And secretary to my boss.

I am most thankful that each member of my family Accepts Jesus as their Savior And that we share together the blessed hope of eternal life.

Thank you, Mom. Thank you, God. Thank you.