This morning’s call to worship is the a capella of doves accompanied by the chant of jays. They have an affinity for going on and on and on, and insist I keep my seat. This morning’s reading is taken from the now testament – aspen leaves trembling, the rising and falling of beagle chest, another coal train cutting daylight. Thanks be to God. This morning’s message is exhortation: thou shalt not be mimsy. In light of Sabbath’s wordless invitation a miserable and flimsy day would miss the mark, what we used to call sin. This morning’s communion is coffee and blueberries mugged and bowled on a kitchen table that’s seen ten years now, a rounded altar of time. This morning’s benediction is the rabbit’s rapid genuflect, furred splendor across the grass. Go in peace. Watch for hawks. Serve the Lord.
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how i so love God in the now, in the tabernacle of my kitchen, in the temple of my tiny sphere.
Me too, Katie…me too.
Now I can go about my day. I feel so blessed. Thank you!
Your welcome, Fr. Murray…
I like your church.
There’s an opening for a deacon…interested?
I’m with Winn, but it’s a luxury that won’t likely be mine until the church catches onto your vision…Here’s praying!
I am love, love, loving your writing! Want to talk about publishing?. 🙂 I work for a publisher and haven’t read anything that moved me this much in a long time. . .
My email is: firstname.lastname@example.org if you want to talk. I can’t find anywhere to email you privately or I would do that. Feel free to delete this after reading! 🙂
Beautifully incarnational. Thank you for writing and for sharing.
Austin, thanks for taking the time to comment.