Thursday Morning Moment
“Hey!! Janey!!
. . .What is this thing?"
. . .The "thing" in question was some kind of delectable lemony cupcake. For the girl trying to limit gluten, it looked fine indeed, even partially consumed. The little one inquiring was one of our youngest men. I was flying around Memorial Hall as though on roller blades; some Wednesday nights the time between Evening Prayer and teaching is short. This night, some emotional pastoral concerns had shortened it even more.
I stopped to answer, frankly charmed because I had been flagged down with such urgent —but affectionate informality. We are neighbors, so he does not always see me as the priest. But we are all neighbors. And I am so grateful that our children do not see me as someone costumed and distant, pontificating in some sort of foreign language. It matters to me with all my heart that they want to talk to me. I shamelessly savor their hugs and loving glances when they come my way.
It heals my heart.
“Some kind of cupcake,” I acknowledged. It looks good!” He nodded in affirmation, more of the cupcake disappearing. The trail of crumbs down his shirt and the icing on his nose made me grin.
Even when I am not in Memorial Hall very long, I love seeing the intergenerational community we are building on our Wednesday evenings. Our children are learning that this is an extended family, and that sharing a meal on Wednesday night with that family is an important marker in the week. “Wonderful Wednesdays” used to be only for our youngest ones; now we all get to look forward to it.
I thought about that as I turned to leave. Evening Prayer had given me a sacred pause, shared with those who gathered. We had more than ‘two or three,’ and Jesus definitely showed up. The gluten free pizza was all the more delicious for the care and love behind providing it, and although I barely sat, I did get to catch up with some of the really fun people gathered for dinner.
Some days, it is really all about noticing and savoring the little things that bring us joy. . . like a calorie free cupcake shared with a friend.
With grateful thanks to two wonderful colleagues (cited) who may never know how much they helped me today! Sermon for the 5th Sunday in Lent April 3, 2022 Our Saviour + You are the love of each living creature, O God. You are the warmth of the rising sun You are the whiteness of the moon at night You are the life of the growing earth You are the strength of the waves at sea. Speak to me this night, O God Speak to me your truth. Dwell with me this night, O God Dwell with me in love. (J. Philip Newell, Celtic Prayers of Iona, 42) These words of J. Philip Newell remind us that all that we are, and all that we have is of God. It is all too easy for us to dismiss that at times. But on this night, Mary could not dismiss it. Jesus had come for dinner. Those gathered were still trembling because Lazarus had joined them at the table, and were also likely aware of the dangerous currents sweeping them along. My friend Marshall writes, “Just offstage, John...
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