Sunday, November 26, 2017

Dear God,

I held my sister in my arms as we stepped out of the car and onto the sidewalk of Second Presbyterian Church.  She wept as she thanked me for helping her during the recent tragedy of her son's death by fire deliberately set by an adopted son.  I simply told her we each have our turn to step forward to assist our family and friends.  It was just my turn. Then we walked into worship together to celebrate your living presence in human life.

My sister hasn't been to church in many years.  I don't know why.  Maybe it was because she moved to Tennessee and never really looked for a church.  Maybe it was something else.  Nonetheless, when she called me a week ago to ask if she could go with me, I was thrilled.

Today as we sat by one another and listened for your voice, we were not disappointed.  In fact Debi saw something in the bulletin and asked if I would find out more about it so she could volunteer to help needy families in December.  I thought about the great mystery of faith and realized we were in the beautiful middle of it.

Holy God,
thank you
for blessed faith.
Thank you
for moving
and stirring
within us.
Thank you
for making
a dwelling place
inside us.

Love, Andrea