I love this time of the year, when a little bit more twilight illuminates my drive home. It is no longer pitch black at 5, but the snow and the sky is backlit by a Maxfield Parrish kind of indigo light. If we are lucky, there will be the faint pinkness of the Belt of Venus in the eastern sky. But more than that, the blue hour before darkness sets in allows me to appreciate the light that emanates from house after house. A time of day when, without being a voyeur, one can peer into the amber window light and watch people lay down the burden of their day. There are dinners being prepared – or at least being thought of. There are shoes being kicked off, and sighs being breathed at the end of the day. A safe place. A glowing place. But I know it is not so for many people. No glowing window. No smell of supper on the stove. No stove and no house in which to feel safe. It is, indeed this time of year that makes me realize how blessed so many of us are. And it makes me want to pray for those who are not. At least, not yet blessed. These are the ones who need to feel at home in God, not abandoned or far from home. Maren Tirabassi in her new book, From the Psalms to the Cloud, pens the kind of prayer I want to offer, whenever I experience our blessedness, and whenever there are people who need a blessing. I share her prayer with you now, and hope you will keep its spirit in your heart…. Holy Wanderer, who had no place to lay your head, tuck in tonight your motel children, the welfare ones and all the others, your shelter-children, your sleeping-in-the airport-because-the-flight-is delayed children, your living-rough children, even your cell, dormitory, hospital room children, too, that all may find within that you are home. Amen. Pastor Pat
Posted on: Sun, 19 Jan 2014 22:43:18 +0000
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