… watching for the brushstrokes of God
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?
Once
by mistake
She tore a map
in half.
She taped it back
but crookedly.
Now all the roads
ended in water.
There were mountains
right next to her hometown.
Wouldn’t that be nice
if it were true?
I’d tear a map
and be right next
to you. ~ Naomi Shihab Nye
How would you tear a map?
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…
How do you remember the journey? Your journey?
On Wednesday anointing oil spilled over in abundance. A woman is bringing a respite from the darkness of this week…a powerful blessing, a sign of extravagant love, the pouring out of the Spirit.
Where do you experience that anointing in your life?
On Monday, Jesus overturned the tables and disrupted the economy of temple business and made space for those who needed healing.
How does religion get in the way of healing and prayer?
Beauty is all around us, yet so much passes us by because we are too busy, too worried, too tired. Just a few moments settled in our favorite spot can restore us wether we hold a cup of coffee/tea, wrap a colorful quilt around us or feel the warmth of the sun.
What moments restore you?
With the Eyes of the Heart 