“Follow me and I will have you fishing for people.”
It is the last Thursday of the first month of the year.
Have you made your New Years’ resolutions yet?
How many of us have thought of this one:
“…to be a better disciple of Jesus.”
I am thankful that we are called
by a God of love, mercy and peace,
and that in our calling to follow
we are blessed with a holy presence
supporting every step we take in
Lord of the all the seasons…
of all the times of our lives,
as the harvest is bought in, blessings ripen in you.
As the earth gives up its bounty for all of its inhabitants, we see God’s
love sustain life.
As trees shed their leaves in beauty and the garden gives up its bounty, may we learn to forgive deeply, offer gifts generously, and, with all that passes through our hands
trust that deeper, lasting blessings are given you.
As autumn’s colors pour into the world, blessing unfolds through you; and as the earth turns toward winters’ darkness in its dance of seasons,
may we walk through life’s challenges without fear, trusting the unseen spring of life yet to come.
And even the trees, amazed, thank you.
For all Saints Day
(coming on Sunday. Nov. 5)
Today I give thanks for saints
who have laid a path of life and light
for thousands of years, so many of them,
who blessed us through generations.
I give thanks for the pillars of light in my life:
who taught me, embraced me, blessed me,
walked ahead and let me follow, watch and learn.
They patiently accepted my faults,
they showed me what was possible,
they held me up to see a farther horizon,
and I am grateful for them.
I give thanks for peers who have trusted me,
who have grown with me, traveled with me,
created with me, who held hope when I faltered,
bore wisdom when I didn’t, forgave me,
believed in me when I most deeply doubted.
These too are my saints, and I am grateful for them.
I give thanks for the saints yet to come,
children whose miracles I can’t yet imagine
but who will surely shine with God’s glory;
who will rectify our mistakes
and carry on what we cannot complete.
For saints yet to be born I give thanks.
For all the saints I give praise
and humble thanks that I may serve with them
in this one holy, remarkable life.
“Let the same mind be in you that was in Christ Jesus…”
As surely as you come from earth, are made of earth, and part of earth, and will return to earth, so surely you come from God, are made of God, and part of God, and are returning, every breath, to God.
God is your substance and your life, the spark of your being, your body and its dance.
God is your breath and your flesh, your muscle and mind. God is the miracle by which you are brought out of not being, the grace by which You Are.
You are one with The Holy Oneness. You are a blossom of this beauty.
Let God, this day, be your work and your wakefulness. Let God be the source of your mindfulness, the substance of your thoughts and deeds.
I am confident of this, that the one who began a god work in you will bring it to completion by the day of Jesus Christ. —Philippians 1.6
Yes, that’s a typo.
I do that sometimes. It’s supposed to be a “good work.”
But this time I’ll leave it. That is my prayer for you.
You were born of goodness, a child of God to this day.
Your birth delighted God and your daily living is a blessing.
Day by day you grow closer to God.
Though the day of your completion is unknowable, still God works with you (sometimes struggling, sometimes tugging), to bring you ever nearer to the walk and ways of Jesus, our Lord.
When you pass through the waters,
I will be with you;
and through the rivers,
they shall not overwhelm you
For I am the Holy One your God,
and I love you.
In the flood that is this life
some waters will sweep your home away
and others will stop at your doorstep.
There is no choosing, no deserving
in their rising or receding.
On any given day one of us is picnicking,
another swimming for our lives.
For all of us some day waters will rise,
and with them,
beside us in the water will come a reaching out,
above the swirling flood a reaching out.
So many reaching out.
In the flood that is this life
we give thanks for those who reach out to us
and reach out to those we can.
This is what we have to stand on.
The point of life has been no different since the beginning,
the thin golden thread through the chaos,
the dimly lit path through the valley,
the presence in the night:
to trust the Giver of Life in the darkness,
to trust the goodness buried in the terrible moment,
in every awful passage, every unwanted ending,
to receive the love that is given, drawn from the dawn
of creation shining in the Creator’s eyes.
The Earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it,
the world and all who dwell in it,
for the Lord on the seas did found it,
and on the torrents set it firm.
(Psalm 24: 1-2)