Who cries out? Conversations of El Elyon

I was strolling across a bricked path that led through a grassy oval
Humming an ageless tune from generations before
a strangled voice of high pitched qualities reached my ear
stopping listening hearing

“He is Lord He is almighty He is Holy Raise your eyes to the Holy One”

Yet no being was around to say such curious words
a squeaky “down hear” brought my head snapping down to look at the ground
I starred with my jaw slack and eyes bulging
a brick was speaking, speaking praise to one he referred to as Holy One
the brick looked at me, as if such things are possible

it said “confused you may be, descendant of Adam and Eve, you are hearing me thusly.
I decided to cry out the glories and praises of God for no one else had.”

I contemplated his words in the midst of disbelief and wonder, understanding came
Little brick, why do you say none had spoken His glory and praise here
Why, just the other night such things had been done.

“Had they? I did not know of this or had not heard.”

Brick, it happens just over there not far from where you lay

“Well, it had not reached mine ears” unaware that he was without such devices of man

You’re upset little brick, please tell me why this is so?

“Because, you say these people gather and praise His majesty but I have not heard.
Either it is not loud enough or it isn’t true. Everyday people walk over me
Everyday faithless ones live their lives ignorant of He who made them
of He who Loves them and wishes them to know and love Him
Everyday peoples of all ages and places walk over me not proclaiming His Glory.
You say these people do this thing, I say I do not hear that which you claim.”

At that point the brick, cracked and walked over, cried though he had no eyes.
broken, Oh my heart, hearing the sorrows of his own and the sorrows of not hearing
I lifted m eyes from those glistening water drops and looked around
people sitting on a bench two cuddling some studying
people walk by starring listening to iPod talking to friends
people playing football touch style playing ultimate frisbee in some seriousness
people running after a dog dragging an orange leash
people everywhere going about oblivious to the brick’s sorrow and tears
none of them praising the one the brick spoke of
looking back down, the little brick had dried his tears

“Blessed is he who believes. Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty”

Words did not come from my mouth though I tried to force them
So I sat
in the middle of the brick path I sat by my new friend
pondering all he said while waiting for words
the brick continued to shout though it was barely heard

“ He is the One true God. The Holy One. Praise Him all ye peoples.”

After the sun had moved across the sky from one spot to another
understanding grew allowing words to flow

little brick, you say you have heard no human praising the Holy One.
Well brick sit back and listen
Singing softly my voice rang out with the words
“Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty
Who was, and is, and is to come With all creation I sing:
Praise to the King of Kings! You are my everything,
And I will adore You.”

the brick joined in and we sang together to the Holy One
after the laughter faded away and with a smile upon my lips

see little brick, praise to the Holy One, to the creator for He is lifted up by us
and now you have heard

“My dear daughter of Eve, this is true. But I ask you when you leave who will praise him?
tomorrow when you no longer sit here who will give Glory to Him?
today there may be no need for me to shout out His praises
but there will be a day when I am the only one to do such things.”

Brick you are mistaken. Though times seem rough now there is only one way all of this can end.
One day soon the God-Man will come forth from the clouds
He will make all things right and someday soon
All shall bow and praise Him, glorify His name
And guess what will lead up to that moment?
In the latter days they will fear the Lord and His goodness
His goodness little brick!

“and what shall you do now?”

we will be watching and praying right up till that moment
Oh yes, for we do watch and pray and declare His goodness even now
There are those who walk over you, on whom He rests upon
While worshiping Him in their hearts.
they walk by you and over you having conversations with Him
they hum and sing to Him who created them
they gather, meet in the center of this place and cry out into the night
Little brick, don’t you see His name is being lifted up

His tears were long forgotten as a sparkle seemed to shine in his absent eyes

It saddens my heart you have not heard or seen this
And though this threatens to bring me down instead it urges me on
to shout louder and sing more
to join with others in prayer
to release Holy Spirit into every situation
to stand in this world as a redemptive agent

“redemption, what a thing for you humans to receive. You know, when redemption came to you all, that was when we, creation, experienced freedom.
Why does it seem so quite right now?”

Oh, it seems like the quite before the thunder
I cannot be sure but brick
we happen to be coming up on a storm
when God will rain down His love and we will see more people
Glorify Him than we ever have seen on this campus
And brick, I may be a descendant of Adam and Eve but do not be mistaken
I am no daughter of Eve
I am a daughter of God through Jesus
for His blood is stronger than Adam’s
and even now, we, His children, happen to be birthing something beautiful here
through labor pains and tears and cries
that beautiful joy will come

Don’t you see brick
though I have enjoyed hearing you shout His praises I hope there will be a day
when you no longer feel that you must and I pray that day is today
little brick?

He did not speak nor sing nor shout
I praised more, rose, then continued on my way with a smile still on my face
I never heard the brick again though I check on him often
Sometimes I wonder if my ears and eyes deceived me that day or if it was all just a dream
although I think it matters not for one thing I do know
a brick no longer needs to praise the Holy One
for today has come