Sunday Sanctuary...

“People encounter God under shady oak trees, on riverbanks, at the tops of mountains, and in long stretches of barren wilderness. God shows up in whirlwinds, starry skies, burning bushes, and perfect strangers. When people want to know more about God, the son of God tells them to pay attention to the lilies of the field and the birds of the air, to women kneading bread and workers lining up for their pay. Whoever wrote this stuff believed that people could learn as much about the ways of God from paying attention to the world as they could from paying attention to scripture. What is true is what happens, even if what happens is not always right. People can learn as much about the ways of God from business deals gone bad or sparrows falling to the ground as they can from reciting the books of the Bible in order. They can learn as much from a love affair or a wildflower as they can from knowing the Ten Commandments by heart.” 
― Barbara Brown Taylor, An Altar in the World: A Geography of

I entered through the sacred doors,

walked

down the long aisle I'd walked before..

I scanned for just the right spot

so

I could leave if I decided.

Ghosts rose up from the hallways of intellectual history,

swirled around

and

met me in a mixture of grace and mercy and love.

I sat and watched and listened

and

YOU

came in sacred waves that rushed over me

crashing for a moment

and

then

rolling back out

to give me just enough space

and

time

to allow hope and faith to

flip the switch

that

I thought was broken.

Grace and mercy flowed.

I was surprised...

surprised

in a delightful kind of way

at the way the

bush

sizzled and sparked..

surprised that my tainted lenses

still allowed me

to see the glimmers of sacred encounter.

I still don't understand.

Still can't explain...

but

for a brief moment in time

in a sanctuary of color and note,

you moved over,

floated me up

where

hope met my hurt

and

love

bathed my wounds from days long gone

with

a mystical balm of healing.

for a sanctuary Sunday of sacredness...

I am thankful.

Hope your Sunday was good!!!

hugs and blessings to all of you....

The radical rambler...