We ponder at your greatness.
We bless you in your wonders of creation.
We magnify you for your miracles of deliverance.
We relish the news of your gift of
newness given us in Jesus of Nazareth.
We make our doxology as large as we can,
in order to match your
massive presence in the world.
But then, in slow times and in lesser venues,
we know you to be the God of small things;
one widow and one orphan,
one touch of healing,
one lunch turned to much food,
one small temple for a small people in a small city,
one small scroll to power the small city.
On good days we are among those,
who do not occupy ourselves
with things too great and too marvelous.
It is enough that short of glory and magnificence,
you hang in to make small places your venue for governance.
We are grateful for your “tidbits”
that bespeak life among us.
Walter Brueggemann, 1933 -, American Protestant Old Testament theologian
Then the word of the Lord came to me, saying, “The hands of Zerubbabel have laid the foundation of this house; his hands shall also complete it. Then you will know that the Lord of hosts has sent me to you. For whoever has despised the day of small things shall rejoice, and shall see the plumb line in the hand of Zerubbabel.