Sunday, November 16, 2008

Dearest God,

A day in your house is like none other. There is an air of your spirit. While all looks like a church building, it is so much more. Here faith gathers. We bring our baskets like the little boy who brought the two fish and loaves. We offer them to one another by our presence. And before we leave, our baskets are overflowing. We carry them out to the world, not even aware of what we are doing. How beautiful!

I am so aware of last times, last Thanksgiving, last Advent season, last Christmas and Epiphany. It's my own awareness of true thanksgiving in my heart. I see how faith has taken root and grown in the last few years. Not that I had much to do with it. I just sowed seeds. It was others who watered, pulled weeds, tended to shriveled plants, and uprooted others. I am aware how this process works making faith more real and alive. That's what we bring with us on Sunday morning. Our baskets are ever changing. Some need more while others' baskets are overflowing ready to share with someone in need. During the service I look out among your people and I think about how we sometimes are like you sharing faith with another needing it. This is the best of who we are. I am taking in while giving out faith.

Great and Wondrous
Faith-Making God,
your life
in us
is faith.
We exist
with joy
when we know
you are
in us.
We walk
the life
of faith
when we
earnestly follow you.
Your house,
full of faith,
is beautiful.

Love, Andrea