As the observance of Passover and Holy Week for many Christians converge, and at a time when certain religious leaders world-wide seem, or feel at least, to be dividing neighbor from neighbor and country from country with words and weapons, I thought I’d share for what it’s worth my own credo of God Crossing in life in a Spirit of prayer and gratitude.
It continues to be my experience that we are called to journey and seek that of the Spirit, together, creating not creeds and religious formulas for walling off whatever God is, but communities of any number, race or origin, that rise and build and feel our way through life together. For me, living near to the Spirit is not about club membership or punching my spiritual ticket for a life hereafter. There is work and Grace and hurt and joy aplenty in each hour and day to keep whatever tools and gifts that I have been entrusted with fully engaged for all of my days and beyond.
Whatever holy is, by whatever name, and how that of Grace may settle into the fabric of my days, I continually find within the eyes and hope of children, among trees, in stones and water, in light and form, and in words that come through waiting silence. And if Grace attends, and if I pay attention, a simple map and path appears for me to follow.
I have the honor of being present to Rise This Day, to this one sunrise and one beginning. And as each sunset comes, I hold the hope to rise again into a brand new day, to pray and celebrate what comes, and as way opens to heal what hurts in some small way. This, as my credo and my prayer, is all I can and need to proclaim.
Thank you, precious Holy Spirit, and thank you too, my friends, for being in my life. Happy Holy Days and every day, to all.