Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Dearest God,

I am seeing the sights and sounds of faith at our church. Personal faith. Persons who might not have shared an intimate sighting of God earlier now tell the words of their faith to others. A bit mystified, maybe even with a few tears, they tell the story of your son.

I sat in the Upper Room as a member shared a story of God's coming. A woman comes up the stairs. Troubled, she pours out her story while others listen, comfort, pray. Later in the day one of the comforters shares the story.

A woman who accompanied me on the journey to the mountain sat with me at lunch telling me the story of her faith. Softened, vulnerable, open I could see signs of your work as I listened.

A woman set in her ways has given evidence of a holy visitation as she has opened herself to new ideas and ways in one of our committees. A woman who is developing curriculum for our children walks in a haze of holy glory as she sees sweeping movements of the spirit.

The sights and sounds of faith in our church.

Holy One,
once I thought
the dark halls
could not hold you.
But someone
opened the door
and your spirit
swept in
like a blustry October day.
I see signs
of your coming.
In the office,
in the basement
where children play,
in the hallways
and bathrooms.
Yes,
you have come
to stay.

Love always, Andrea