Sunday, November 14, 2010

Dear God,

How is it possible that the mere mention of a name can elicit a powerful spiritual response?

Today in church our pastor told us about his personal relationship with a man he has never met. He regards Henri Nouwen as one of his greatest mentors and friends. Henri, a writer, pastor, professor and real person just happens to be one of mine as well.

Last night during the worship service Todd told us the story about Henri leaving Harvard to be the priest at Daybreak. I have to admit that I closed my eyes when he shared his name. From there I traveled to Daybreak, a community of handicapped persons in Canada. I wandered through the community into the chapel where I observed the people at mass. Through Henri's personal struggles, he brought the living Jesus to those who gathered.

One time he was led to take the cross with the crucified Christ down from the wall. He then took it and gave it to one of the residents. Henri watched as the man lovingly kissed Jesus and wept. As he passed the savior from one person to another, he was deeply moved to tears as each responded to the gift of life. Stirred by their devotion and loyalty Henri was able to move through a painful time in his own life.

My own heart was moved as I listened to Todd share about Henri. I felt close to you as I realized that not only had Todd ushered me to Henri but Henri had moved me once again to your feet. I felt a rush of love toward you as I considered how your love is at work in the world. I was glad to have worshipped on Saturday and Sunday to hear the story, to make the brief pilgrimage, and to look upon the Redeemer whose love heals every wound, mends every heart, renews and restores relationships, offers grace, picks up broken pieces and scatters hope.

Wondrous God,
full of
saving grace
and deep,
abiding love,
I thank you
for the blessings
contained in
every worship service.
I thank you
for today's journey,
for Todd,
for Henri,
for your Son.

Love, Andrea