There may be a fever of prayerful activity, “raging against the dying of the light,” trying to stave off the coldness to come. They are symptoms of the southerning sun. Soon, some of us know, our prayers will be those of sleepwalkers, slow to respond to the promptings and proddings of the Spirit, fumbling and in danger of falling.
“I have a snapshot of my children dancing and twirling in the aisles of the church. The organ and piano were playing and the congregation was singing. The kids didn’t know the words to the song but they used their bodies to share in the good news it proclaimed. Both of them had smiles that lit up the room; so palpable was their joy.”
“When we invite people to share with us the joy of serving God, we don’t have to argue against what might be keeping them from doing this. We don’t need to act more assured, more pious, more evolved or even more authentic than we really are. God speaks through us best when we are simply living our lives as disciples, listening to God in prayer and following the Way of Christ, which is the way of love – always the way of love.”