Once, my Father, I thought that the faces of my dear ones were the fairest earth or Heaven could show. Now I see that every face is fair that is the flesh of thy thought. And often there will come to me a longing to see the face of Jesus, since, till then, I shall not know what love and perfect purity are.
This is our last visit to the Hebrides with Alistair Maclean for a while, thank you for joining us. ‘Flesh of thy thought’ put me in mind of the account of Adam being fashioned from the soil by God’s hand:
And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.
The hands, too, are flesh of God’s thought, and given to enable us to share in his creative work. Let’s always look out for the work of God’s hand, and for ourselves pray Psalm 90:17:
Let the favour of the Lord our God be upon us, and prosper for us the work of our hands— O prosper the work of our hands!