Sunday, April 26, 2015

Dear God,

I walked into liquid love this morning.  I stepped inside a spiritual wind tunnel.  I came in singing my song until your song became my song.  I went to church this morning.

At one point I was attentive to my breath, breathing deeply, taking in pure spiritual and emotional refreshment.  Not surprising, I figure that is what is supposed to happen when the community of faith gathers together at your feet.  I smiled all morning even when I sang the morning anthem (careful, of course, that my e's did not become eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee).

The entire hour was a time to sing and sway, to pray and breathe, and to touch, listen, and inspire.  My faith burst at its seams; I was so happy.

As I ponder my great joy, I reflect upon the early disciples and their radical faith.  I think of the saints and their devotion.  I think of my spiritual colleagues and friends who help create a spiritual circle every Wednesday when we do church together by phone because we live apart from one another.  I say to myself...it really doesn't get any better than this!

High and Holy God,
thank you
for your spirit
that dwells
so wondrously
in your church.
We know
we are
a ragtag group
of people,
flawed and imperfect;
yet, we know
your love
for us
when we gather
with you
to worship,
praise, and adore.
Thank you,
thank you,
thank you.

Love always, Andrea