… watching for the brushstrokes of God
When the song of the angels is stilled,
When the star in the sky is gone,
When the kings and princes are home,
When the shepherds are back with their flocks,
The work of Christmas begins:
To find the lost,
To heal the broken,
To feed the hungry,
To release the prisoner,
To rebuild the nations,
To bring peace among people,
To make music in the heart.
~ Howard Thurman
What is your first step?
Today is the third anniversary of the Unite the Right rally in Charlottesville that led to the deaths of Heather Heyer, and state police Jay Cullen and Berke Bates. It exposed racism as something that had always been here. How has our community changed as we revisit the trauma of that weekend?
How do you remember and mark this day? What have you learned about white supremacy in this country? Are you praying with your feet?
In times of disorientation we can no longer rely on old landmarks. We may be lost for a while. We may be stopped in our tracks. As we slow down we notice things we might have missed before.
What has been helpful in the past when disoriented? What new landmarks are emerging?
Fishing out at sea
watching, waiting, sitting still
the beauty, not the catch
What activities draw us because of their restfulness?
Something as ordinary as a sun-umbrella, it’s beauty suddenly before my eyes brightens my view of my surroundings. It arrives unexpected, sacred and ordinary.
Where do you notice the beauty of God in both the vastness of the horizon and the ordinary particular?
It takes a lifetime to become young. Pablo Picasso
What keeps you playful?
With the Eyes of the Heart 