The Covenant . . .

The Father

knocks at my door

seeking a home for his son:

Rent is cheap, I say.

I don’t want to rent. I want to buy, says God.

I’m not sure I want to sell,

but you might come in to look around.

I think I will, says God.

I might let you have a room or two.

I like it, says God.  I’ll take the two. You might

decide to give me more someday. I can wait, says God.

I’d like to give you more

but it’s a bit difficult.  I need some space for me.

I know, says God, but I’ll wait. I like what I see.

Hmm, maybe I can let you have another room.  I really don’t need that much.

Thanks, says God.  I’ll take it.  I like what I see.

I’d like to give you the whole house but I’m not sure . . .

Think on it, says God.  I wouldn’t put you out.  Your home would be mine and my son would live in it. You’d have more space than you’d ever had before.

I don’t understand at all.

I know says God, but I can’t tell you about that.  You have to discover it for yourself. That can only happen if you let him have the whole house.

A bit risky, I say.

Yes, says God, but try me.

I’m not sure . . .  I’ll let you know.

I can wait, says God. I like what I see.

Margaret Halaska, osf