Tuesday, April 9, 2013

My dearest God,

We are more beautiful when we are red, black, brown, yellow, and white.  Without the human rainbow of colors we are a single hue, lost in ourselves, arrogant and thoughtless.  But together, my oh my, we are something, one people made in your magnificent image.

As I sit here in Berea, a humble, quiet, creative community of students hungry to learn, I feel a divine presence, a longing for the sacred as well as the academic.  The trees are ready burst in color.  They move with the gentle breeze, the tall, yellow trumpet-like daffodils dancing in the wind.  And just last night a Bluegrass trio sang and played in the old hotel lobby while I patted the rhythm on my crossed legs singing along when I could.

You give each day's its own unique beauty.  Love blossoms somewhere and finds its way to us.  And we are blessed even if we don't know it.

Thank you,
Mysterious God,
full of
infinite possibility.
Thank you
for hope,
and joy,
and peace.
Thank you
for color,
for springtime,
for diversity,
for inclusion,
for love.

Always, Andrea