This morning I was awakened by a tune banging around in my head. Do not fear, it is not contagious. Getting personal is not my style but please grant me this one exception. I promise that I will not burden you with repeating what has become for me personal, lifelong unfolding truth. Every tidbit of truth that God has given me can be summed up in the words of this old Christian Hymn (circa 1880) by Clara M. Scott, “Open My Eyes that I May See”.
The words
are most important but it was the tune that was banging around in my head. Why
a tune? Why this tune? Who knows? Maybe, I should look it up the words? The
lyric is as follows.
Open my eyes
that I may see
Glimpses of
truth thou hast for me;
Place in my
hands the wonderful key
That shall unclasp
and set me free.
Second
verse:
Open my
ears, that I may hear
Voices of
truth Thou sendest clear;
And while
the wave-notes fall on my ear,
Everything
false will disappear.
Third verse:
Open my
mouth, and let it bear
Gladly the
warm truth ev’rywhere.
Open my
heart and let me prepare
Love with
Thy children thus to share.
Each verse
is followed by the refrain:
Silently now
I wait for Thee
Ready, my
God, Thy will to see;
Open my
(eyes, ears and heart) –illumine me,
Spirit
divine!
These words
mean to me the following:
Truth is
always unfolding, always personal and never static. Every given understanding
is only a now deposit on the full truth that is not a part of our earthly
future. Our now will ever be influenced by our history, personal circumstances and
corporate culture. Religion wants to define your truth.
God is a
respecter of all persons and our now truth but wants us all to never stop
moving. Never shall we stop being personally led by new revelation brought to
us through the Spirit of God in whatever context. Freedom resulting from the
truth search in our now, it is the ultimate good to be experienced in this
life, experienced over and over as we journey on.
After all, what
is truth? Truth is mine to discover. My truth is not necessarily your truth and
my truth places no disrespect upon your personal truth search. We are in this
life together and the truth search is much like an Easter Egg Hunt on the White
House lawn. Finding one egg, as Clint Eastwood once said, “makes my day!” Tomorrow
there will be another hunt, God willing.
Journey on.
G. Goslaw
Landers, Ca.
