Beautiful - but God's Throne is You and the room?

Pathetic as it may seem

this entire world sits on a table in a little

spotlight in God’s Throneroom and though actually

nearly microscopic in God’s eyes He is totally

cognizant of every gnat’s move, sees into our private

windows with so much compassion for our

foibles and the fact that in spite of this we

curse and stumble, curse and fall, curse and throw ourselves

down elephant roads where we try not to

move with the motherly herd or down the

slick side of an ugly incline foolishly subversive to

not His authority alone but to His

kindness over the little things

that we find so deafeningly paramount

and wish so persistently to clutch onto

even into and beyond death if need be

And that inside this Throneroom is God’s Throneroom

and outside this Throneroom is God’s Throneroom in God’s Throneroom

and here in this spotlight with golden waves lapping it

is the earth with wet and dry both chilled and fiery

turning on its solitary swivel and into the cloudy

drama before Him he sends from time to time

but always on time a few people of all races and

genders to let the rest know of Him in more than

mere words or gestural semaphore but by having

His eyes or His voice or His effective movements

echoing in a small and much tinnier as well as

tinier way His very majestic Presence as

Watcher and Creator and constant Influencer of even the

most mundane of our affairs praise and recognition

being our reverse telescopes directly into His

gaze or directly into the sound waves of His

voice though we might glimpse only one

corner of the table in the Throneroom where the

whole earth suspended above it in its congenial

atmosphere turns at ease even as we try our

might to explode its peacefulness with our

subatomic sabotage of the very fact that

we’re being watched by Him in detail and

through thoroughly loving eyes

3/25/2006

(from Coattails of the Saint)

Danial Moore