“For many years, it has been the custom to leave a lighted lantern by the side of the road at night to cheer the weary traveler. Beside the lantern, there is a note which gives detailed directions as to where his cottage may be found so that in case of distress or need, the stranger may find help. It is a very simple gesture of beauty and wholeness.” ~ Howard Thurman, Meditations of the Heart
In your own way, do you keep a lantern burning by the roadside with a note saying where you may be found “just in case”?
And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very arduous and humbling and joyful, by which we arrive at the ground at our feet, and learn to be at home. ~ Wendell Berry
These Sandhill cranes sometimes peck at the window as if they want to be invited in. I wonder what stories they could tell, carried through migration, fluctuating with the seasons and the tides, and across the threshold into God’s imagination.
What stories accompany you? What stories want to be invited in?
On Thursday they gathered one last time at the table, sharing the bread and the cup with stories of travels and encounters, of boats and garden, of oil and shekels…stories of freedom. Then, a whirlwind of activity and Jesus fell silent …remember me…