“Walk slowly knowing that at the end we will be met by Jesus’ beginning. Advent brings us to the depths of darkness so that when the light enters, we can do nothing else but be drawn into its beauty.”
“In our homes help us to open our doors, extend our tables, open our hearts, embrace with open arms all who come, and teach us to be relentless in our welcome.”
“Since that walk, I’ve also kept my eyes open for the people and places who are bringing light into the world: neighbors who come together to advocate for peace and justice; communities gathering for worship and pray every week; friends bringing food to families in need; families opening their homes to children in the foster care system; individuals using their voice for those without one.”
“Teach me to see with the eyes of children – full of wonder and joy…”
“But before we move forward, be with us, Lord, as we look back, remembering the days behind us…”
“Never hurry anywhere. This is why I love to walk. To move only as fast as my two feet will take me. When I walk I leave my phone at home and take only what I need: water and house keys.”
“Maybe I needed the clouds to remind me of God’s presence – abiding and deep, covering the greatest mountains and the smallest valleys, claiming the entire world including me. God’s creation is always teaching us something about God and our role in this world. God never fails to use our surroundings as a means to reveal the depth of love and grace given to us.”
“I have a snapshot of my children dancing and twirling in the aisles of the church. The organ and piano were playing and the congregation was singing. The kids didn’t know the words to the song but they used their bodies to share in the good news it proclaimed. Both of them had smiles that lit up the room; so palpable was their joy.”
“On those days when the darkness seems too dark and the light feels so far away, open my eyes to your presence”
“How often do you get the chance to simply wander? To open your eyes to the beauty of the sun’s rays on the grass, the water rippling on the lake, the vibrant blue of a butterfly wing.”