So much is stirring in our world these past days… A fairy tale royal wedding in London. Two days later the death of Osama bin Laden with avalanche outpouring of relief, celebration by some and confusion by others. Tornadoes and flooding in the Midwest and the Southeast areas of the United States. Meanwhile, a record drought in Houston and the high school tennis court ground near our house looks like this:
Dry cracked earth that is supposed to have grass growing. And summer, the hot hot hot Texas summer, is just around the corner. Three weeks ago in Pennsylvania I saw this, and this, and this:
Green and growing, prayers flags blowing in the wind…so different from the cracked dry earth. As different as the fairy tale wedding is from the death of a terrorist. If we believe that God is everywhere and that the Spirit is moving, then we can know that the events of our lives, the death and resurrection and ultimately redemption, are sacred texts for us to read, to ponder, to unpack, unravel, maybe even understand.
Like reading tea leaves, we listen to all around us… Will we see the holy? Will we hear the call? Beyond all reason lies all we are and all we have been and all we will ever be: resurrection and redemption and apparent grace in our lives.
Yes, Sarah, it’s definitely hard to find ressurection and redemption, especilly these last two weeks of school! Pendle Hill memories do help… As well as the smile of a four year old. We will make it.