Reflections on Bible verses

1 John 1:1-4

The Word of Life

That which was from the beginning, which we have heard, which we have seen with our eyes, which we have looked at and our hands have touched - this we proclaim concerning the Word of life.The life appeared; we have seen it and testify to it, and we proclaim to you the eternal life, which was with the Father and has appeared to us. We proclaim to you what we have seen and heard, so that you also may have fellowship with us. And our fellowship is with the Father and with his Son, Jesus Christ. We write this to make our joy complete.

Thank you for all you do for me, Lord.
And for all you do
for this restless world I live in.
For the life you create and sustain.
For your love which holds and feeds me,
and gives me strength.
For your activity underlying the universe,
gradually, patiently, working out your purposes
- in spite of all I do to help!

And thank you for what you are,
not just for what you do.
Thank you
for being the strong ground in which I sow my life,
the sure goodness in which all good is rooted,
and the love from which all love is harvested.

Lord, there's a time for work
and there's a time for waiting,
a time to let your love soak in.
Sinking into the hot dry earth of my being.
Cool, refreshing, renewing.

The trouble lies with me, Lord.
The easy way I convince myself
that if I'm not moving
everything stops.
The way I substitute action for devotion,
and hide from your view behind a dustcloud of doing.
Doing, always doing,
in a restless fever of activity,
fingers plucking at the bedsheets of being
yet never straightening them out.

But don't I have to share your love,
share it with others?
And isn't the only way
- you see, I'm not giving in easily, Lord -
to do something?
Then another question hits me
- you punch low, sometimes, Lord.
If I don't have time for you,
no time to be,
no time for just you and me in the quietness,
if I don't open myself to your love
unhurried, uncluttered,
then what do I have to share?

Eddie Askew
on 1 John 1:1-4
taken from: "Disguises of Love", p.71/72