My heart started leaking through my eyes just south of Yankton, South Dakota. It was a beautiful morning as I drove past fields of corn, signs touting crop insurance, and congregating cattle. Fresh bales of hay stood at the end of their rows like giant marshmallow sentinels.
And the clouds. And the blue sky and the sunshine.
And then a hammered dulcimer broke into the scenery, and Rich started singing:
Well the moon moved past Nebraska And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills And angels danced on Jacob's stairs Yeah they danced on Jacob's stairs There is this silence in the Badlands And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled By the whisper of a prayer The whisper of a prayer And the single hawk bursts into flight And in the east the whole horizon is in flames I feel thunder in the sky I see the sky about to rain And I hear the prairies calling out Your name I can feel the earth tremble Beneath the rumbling of the buffalo hooves And the fury in the pheasant's wings And there's fury in a pheasant's wings It tells me the Lord is in His temple And there is still a faith that can make the mountains move And a love that can make the heavens ring And I've seen love make heaven ring... And I know this thirst will not last long That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain I feel thunder in the sky I see the sky about to rain And with the prairies I am calling out Your name.
Stop and listen to the song (again and again.)
Its amazing! Nebraska’s beauty is amazing. Rich Mullins was a gift. And better yet was the affirmation he sang: “The Lord is in His temple.” And He listens when we call out to Him. The Lord has come to us; He has called us to follow Him. He listens.
On the glorious splendor of your majesty,
and on your wondrous works, I will meditate.
They shall speak of the might of Your awesome deeds,
and I will declare Your greatness.
They shall pour forth the fame of Your abundant goodness
and shall sing of Your righteousness…
The Lord is gracious and merciful,
slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love.
The Lord is good to all,
and His mercy is over all that He has made…
The Lord is near to all who call on Him. . .
Psalm 145:5-9, 18
Just a bit south of Yankton, He reminded me: He is near.