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

Friday, March 16, 2018

I met God

“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 Faith

This morning I met the Sacred in worship
perhaps it was an accident

its all the fault of that young child
who had never been at a church service before

for him everything was mysterious
everything was a mystery

I am not sure he understood what was going on
Snuggled next to mom
Sitting on the piano bench next to grandma

But his eyes shone
And his smile was quick
And he hugged me when it was all over

Some hit and run warmth on his way to the cookies

And I know that he drank it all in
The smiles and the hugs
The old ladies patting him on the head

I know he felt welcomed
And loved

This morning I met the sacred
Not in the space
Not in the music, or the liturgy
Or in the stolid presence of the faithful

But in the eyes of a boy
Who proudly proclaimed

“I am in the second grade
And the cookies were really good”

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