Author: Episcopal Cafe

Exodus 19:3-8, 16-20 I remember, as a small kid,  how I loved to hear Mama read and tell stories. I was sick fairly often so

Holy leisure is not just what we get when we have time left over, it is the incubator of meaning. Without holy leisure, time at Jesus’s feet, there can’t be any justification through actions. They go together, and the one follows the other.

I love the privilege of being used by God and by my community. I love the magic. I love how each toss of the seeds always ignites new possibility, and each word becomes the Word and falls on ground now thorny, now rocky and now deep and rich and fertile.

These mysterious bits of creation constantly remind me that, as grounded as I am in the sciences, that behind all the science is love–God’s love. Just as happenstance saw to it that I was to accompany this moth in his dying process, I need to remember that we are each also called to so many births, deaths, and everything-in-betweens in the carefully prepared, God-molded lives of all we encounter, and try to glimpse the holiness in each.