When I was at school the teacher called the roll.
When my name was called I was required to answer ‘present’.
With that answer was an invitation, even a summons,
to receive the gift of a world opening up before me.
I, of course, was not aware of the dimensions of the gift.
I often treated the classroom as a space to be endured.
Now I know better and I am having to play catch up.
“…the Church bows before that God whom we did not seek and find
– who rather has sought and found us.” ― Karl Barth, Credo
We come, O God, at Your bidding
into Your presence we come,
but only because You have already made Yourself present
We have not and cannot conjure You
as if You are our plaything
You are who You are,
it is for us to find our place
in the space You make for us
and out of Your love,
You make such a space.
We are not the hosts, You are
We are not in charge, You are
We may try to switch you on and off
depending on our moods and whims and perceived needs
But you have chosen Your ‘Yes’ to us anyway
– a constant and faithful yes
We are the receivers, of Your ‘Yes.’
You give, You invite, You receive
You host, You forgive, You restore
You feed, You comfort, You bless.
You come among us, you live for us
You suffer for us, you suffer with us
You stand for us that we may grow
You stand against anything that might diminish us.
You bless us
and those not like us
You ask us to bless one another,
and those not like us
You announce freedom
You denounce what enslaves
You inspire, you challenge
You hold the world in love
You call the world to love as you love
This is all too much,
yet it is everything we need
You have chosen to be with us
We choose to be with you.
Bless this hour.
Bless these people.
Bless us that we may bless
in Your name and for Your sake
In the Father, for the Father, with the Father,
In the Spirit, for the Spirit, with the Spirit
In Christ, for Christ, with Christ
you bless us – every last one of us
and we, with what we can muster,
but especially with what you enable,
we, in turn, bless you!
“I am the Lord your God,
who brought you up out of Egypt.
Open wide your mouth and I will fill it.” Psalm 81:10
I do love the office…the other office – our local cafe
The ambience, while at times echoing, does offer privacy – but the decor is creative and timeless…
The staff are friendly, consistently so.
They host us and bunches of our friends on a very regular basis, always with a smile.
They have become our friends.
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we want clarity before the mysteries
but we gain barely a glimpse
a passing shadow
a leaf falling from a tree
some have practiced a life of glimpsing
exhibiting a quiet confidence
insight to what exists in the space between things
knowing enough to know
an unforced word from one of them
can be a small seed of hope
a window to a horizon
a place to set one’s foot
If the things about you fail to inspire or amaze you
sort out the problem by being amazing!
I visited the Meridian Wind Farm at Makara yesterday. There was wind to farm – plenty of it, and even some maintenance high in the howling wind – a man with a job I am glad not to have.
the man with a job
I am glad not to have
climbed the innards of
a wind turbine
to carry our repairs
on the outside
as the wind off the strait
pummeled the land
and the forest of trees with
any unnecessary branches
already snapped off
invited me in
to inform me
that I belong