Sunday, June 7, 2009

Dearest God,

I sat in my chair in the chancel as people, one by one, came forward, knelt and prayed over the boxes of books and stoles bound for Africa. I was touched, so very touched. The books will arrive in Ghana fulled prayed for. Children will read the books and learn about the music of faith. Pastors will drape their shoulders with stoles gently loved, remembering not only their baptism but also their ordination. And so your ministry will continue.

The work of faith is a beautiful, mysterious thing. While I have loved my books and especially my stoles, I do not feel they belong to me. They are yours used for your purpose.

You are God;
there is
no other.
I bow
at your feet
remembering your call,
celebrating your grace.

Love, Andrea