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.
Veterans Day
One of the towns I drive through is Manchester, KY. Manchester is a town that supports its military citizens in a big way. Several weeks ago, a deployed group returned. Two miles out of Manchester, the posters and yellow ribbons welcoming them home were blowing in a gentle wind. You could feel the joy of the entire town at their return. East of Manchester, there is a marker with a rifle forming part of a cross. At the base is a pair of boots, and the helmet rests on the butt of the rifle. This week, flowers were added and today a large 4X6 flag flew low to the ground as part of this memorial. I think this particular remembrance might be for Sgt. Stanfill, who died in an accident on the Hal Rogers Parkway just east of Manchester a couple of years ago. Even though Sgt. Stanfill perished on the road I drive several times a week instead of on a far away battle field, I am glad the citizens of Manchester --or perhaps his family-- honor his service in such a way. We observed the tradition...
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