I know when I am frustrated or stuck,
When I’m lamenting or angry, that you tell me to consider
Consider the lilies of the field, who neither toil nor spin
Count the stars, the grains of sand, if you can
Consider who made the mountains, all animals and food.
Who made the flood, the earthquake and the hurricane.
Consider who God is, and then remember,
No matter what you say or do.
God says, “Consider,
Consider, I have made a promise, a holy covenant that cannot be broken,
that I will always be your God, and you will always be my people.”
God proclaims that God is not constrained by place or time or ethnicity.
You promise to be present. You promise to be.
“I am, what I am”
The burning bush, the pillar of fire, the whirlwind, the rainbow.
You can be praised by all types of people in all types of circumstances: the enslaved woman Hagar on the run in the desert, the imprisoned and abused Joseph in Egypt, the triumphant and loving sister Miriam.
You are present in Black Lives Matter, in the beauty of being Trans, in all those marginal places we refuse to see: mental illness, drug addition, homelessness, sex trafficking, war zones.
In the midst of trial and tribulation, you are with us. Your rod and your staff comfort us. You remind us “I am, what I Am”
You are God, always and forever, empowering the powerless.
Let us be the kind of people who consider who your are. So we no longer define you by our own constraints, but instead are liberated to worship the multitude that is the trinitarian, relational God.
God, the great I am, let us worship you through the all considerations of who you are–and when we forget remind us to look at the stars we pray.