God of the high and holy places where I catch a glimpse of your glory, above the low levels of life, above the evil and emptiness which drags me down, beyond the limits of my senses and imagination, you lift me up.
In the splendour of a sunset, in the silence of the stars, in the grandeur of the mountains, in the vastness of the sea, you lift me up.
In the majesty of music, in the mystery of art, in the freshness of morning, in the fragrance of a single flower, you lift me up.
Awe-inspiring God, when I am lost in wonder and lost for words, receive the homage of my silent worship but do not let me be content to bear your beauty and be still. Go with me to the places where I live and work. Lift the veil of reticence behind which I hide. Give me the courage to speak of the things which move me, with simple and unselfconscious delight. Help me to share my glimpses of glory until others are drawn to your light.
Rev. Jean Mortimer, Minister in the United Reformed Church, UK
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.
I don’t remember Who – or what – put the question, I don’t know when it was put. I don’t even remember answering. But at some moment I did answer Yes to Someone – or Something – and from that hour I was certain that existence is meaningful and that, therefore, my life, in self surrender, had a goal.
From that moment I had known what it means “not to look back,” and ” to take no thought of the morrow.”
Led by Ariedne’s thread of my answer through the labyrinth of Life, I came to a time and place where I realized that the Way leads to a triumph which is a catastrophe, and to a catastrophe which as triumph, that the price for committing one’s life would be reproach, and that the only elevation possible to man lies in the depths of humiliation. After that, the word “courage” lost its meaning, since nothing could be taken from me.
As I continued along the Way, I learned, step by step, word by word, that behind every saying in the Gospels stands one man and one man’s experience. Also behind the prayer that the cup might pass from him and his promise to drink it. Also behind each of the words from the Cross.
Dag Hammarskjöld, 1905 – 1961, Swedish diplomat, UN Secretary General