by Artist Eye
O God, who art the author of peace and lover of concord, in knowledge of whom
standeth our eternal life, whose service is perfect freedom; Defend us thy
humble servants in all assaults of our enemies; that we, surely trusting in
thy defense, may not fear the power of any adversaries, through the might
of Jesus Christ our Lord.
I was thinking about freedom.
It isn’t a natural thought to me that:
“service is perfect freedom. . . “
Within the many layers of meaning in this traditional prayer I find another
concept foreign to my everyday thinking: this God, this King of the
Universe, whom I aspire to serve has my soul, my eternal life, in hand.
Serving Him necessitates that I leave off the wiles of my nature, which is
I realize, a freedom I seek.