Thursday, February 10, 2011

My dearest God,

Twenty one years of correspondence, letters, cards, notes written by members and friends of my churches. For days I have been reading words penned to me by hundreds of people. I finally decided it was time to give thanks and then let go.

Once again I acknowledged the privilege it is to be allowed into persons' lives, into the halls of fear and faith, of doubt and clarity, and of despair and hope. What trust it takes to share from those inner places where questioning takes place.

I realized that I was witnessing your testimony. I could see your face, hear your words, and smell the sweet scent of your loving grace. Your power was evident as I listened to pilgrims on the search for God in the midst of the human condition. Some have moved from this world to the next. Yet, even as I read, I sensed the living nature of faith that is never outdated or old.

The correspondence
read like
a litany
of love
for you,
God Most High.
For truly
you are
the light shining
in each life.
Praise to you,
God of Great Love.

Always, Andrea