Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Little things

It is the little things that make a life
Not the big things
The things that pull us
drive us
entrap us

It is the little things that make a life
Life is made 
by taking a moment early in the morning
to drink a cup of coffee
and remember a loved one
it is made by that short walk through the woods
by seconds spent
gazing at the wonder of the mountains
It is made by the smile of a friend
a gentle touch
by a good morning text from a friend far away
by the smell of freshly baked rolls
by a picture of a grandchild
by the little moments
that if we are "in" them
if we notice them
not only touch
but transform our hearts
Wayne Muller recently wrote,
"When Jesus spoke of heaven, he spoke with an easy familiarity.  
Heaven is like the mustard seed, he said, so small, if you drop it on the ground you may lose it. 
But if you place it carefully in the earth and give it water, with time and care it grows by itself into a beautiful plant, lush and full. 
On a hot day you could sit in it's shade and be cooled. The birds of the air build nests in its branches and sing songs that make your heart sing. 
Heaven, he said, is like that. "

So it is!

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