Good Morning, God!
Kit arrived yesterday morning, EARLY — earlier even than we had “planned.” So I quickly dressed and Kit and I went off to Peet’s for a much appreciated coffee, while Suz slept for a few more minutes. So I shifted from Mother to Wife and then Suz joined us for the 10L30 a.m. service at St. James — in which we all became Your Children — for a few lovely moments.
I WANTED to take photos while inside the church, God! The stained glass windows cried out to be “taken home” to be admired and shared. The worshipers, too, from around the world — Africa, Korea and of course, the elderly of English descent would have been a joy to “capture.”
But other things can only be experienced. Even now, I can FEEL the warmth of the Passing of the Peace — feel the joy of joining hands with one another in Your Compassionate Presence.
Aaaah, and God, I haven’t even mentioned the music! The organ with its pipes fore and aft — the choir that entered — circumnavigating the church — filling both the sanctuary and our hearts with music. And the etherial sound of Palistrina soaring above us as we took communion.
The highlight from the sermon was when the minister suggested that perhaps You, God, are acting the part in the parable of the Widow — while we take the part of the judge — that You are the One pressing us for JUSTICE. Yikes! That rang TRUE.
And, God, as for the melding of the Roles in my life? I am happy to say that I am taking a bit more of an Active Role as Myself. Old roles are just that — roles. As Your Children we are called to Write our Lives FRESH.