Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Dear God,

The bells peal calling us to morning prayer.  The walk from the conference center to the monastery is steep. The early morning air is cold, brisk, and breezy.  The moon is full shining above the hill where the monastery reaches toward the heavens.  The bells are nothing less than your voice inviting us to you.

Entering the chapel I am compelled to take water from the baptismal font to make the sign of the cross on myself.  I bow and make way into the pew.  The organ sounds fill the holy space and you are with us as we sing the psalms.  We declare your majesty, proclaim our faith, and give thanks and praise.

This is our hour of visitation as we surrender ourselves into your hands knowing the words of our mouths have joined hands with the devotion of our hearts.

Sacred places
give air
to your greatness,
Compassionate God.
As we sing,
pray, give silence,
and worship,
we find you.
Thank you
for your
extraordinary grace.

Love, Andrea