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But who you say that I am?

“Who do you say that I am?” he asks us,
and it is not enough to recognize,
to idolize,
to pay homage with forked tongue and fractured loyalties…

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The rest is silence

God is love that lifts the hairs on the back of the neck. God is the love that catches its breath with hope and anxiety and empathy. God is love, compassion that lies alongside the darkness, waiting for the world to turn. God is love, mercy that knows the shape of a broken heart and how to hold it just so, patiently and for as long as it takes for the scars to form.

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Casting in

It is not enough to cast out. She needs someone to cast in: to cast in hope, to cast in love, to cast in a spirit of peace, to see her for who she is: beloved child.

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Wednesdays

We mark out our days, commemorating this and them, and by the word of the Bible time is sanctified: three days here, forty there, seven weeks of seven, and a thousand years under God’s unblinking gaze. Sabbaths sigh, and Wednesdays teeter on the hinge of the week; we can look forward or back.

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Lawn church

a whisper of a breeze tries to
lift the cloth, as though the Holy
Spirit would scatter
our wafers like manna, grace like dew,
the sacrament of love sown upon
souls gathered on the lawn.

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Stormy weather

The clouds that run in on the wind cannot obscure God’s judgement or muffle her mercy; that the Holy Spirit dances in the tree tops, bending with them towards the earth, kissing the ground that we walk upon with grace and loving kindness.

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A body of water

As well as thirst and satisfaction, work and rest, heat and cooling, Jesus’ conversation with the woman of Samaria was about history and belonging, relationships, restoration, and the deep well of God’s love and faithfulness. Such things the lake brings to mind as the breeze moves across the waters, rippling away my reflection and replacing it with its own face.

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A cautionary tale for the hopeful

A danger recognized is not always a danger avoided, but it at least gives us half a chance to remember that our highest goal is not the pursuit of happiness but the discovery of the grace and mercy and loving-kindness, the grounding of God.

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A call to prayer

Now, with another change of location and a new technological innovation, comes this beep.

The last time I attended an in-person conference, I remember the keynote speaker mentioning in passing that he sets an alarm on his phone at noon each day to remind him to pray.

I have decided to regard this beep as my personal call to prayer.

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Hear my prayer

Crocuses purple the lawn in Lenten array.
Surrounded by dead, dry leaves of last year, they
insist upon spring, despite the morning frost.
My prayer is ice –
How long, O Lord?

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