Sunday, September 7, 2014

Dear God,

As dry thirsty souls on the dusty road of life, last night we found ourselves awash by a gently-rolling waterfall.  We drank and drank until we were full.  Even our pores drank in the living water and we were made clean.  We thought we had taken in all we could until this morning when we sat once again in worship.

We had come to the end of our retreat and so we gathered to celebrate, to remember, and to commemorate the wondrous gifts of your spirit.  And so, we tied the servant rope around our waist, knelt in front of our neighbor sister, and we washed one another's feet in silence.  We spoke a few quiet words to our sister and then held her feet in our hands as we prayed.  We watched quietly as one by one knelt, washed, and prayed.  In the tender washing we witnessed your son kneel, bend down, or move to the side depending on our age and ability to maneuver.  We were in our thirties all the way into our nineties as we  touched and healed with the hands of Jesus.  We wept because we could not hold back the tears of our joy.

Merciful God,
you come
to us,
whispering, washing,
healing, helping,
and loving.
Although we know
you are God,
the god
who cares
for all
your people,
you still
take away
our breath
when we
discover you
in our midst.
Our hearts
are full,
so full
of gratitude,
so full,
so full,
so full
of you.

Love, Andrea