To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.
~William Henry Channing

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Common Rest

Everyday we each work to accomplish something.  He has his appointments and obligations...I have my to-do list and things to take care of...she has tests...the other has a project...homework, housework, pay this bill, can so and so come over, I need to finish this, that one needs socks, is dinner ready and the burden of activity swirls like a tornado at times. Seven tornadoes to be exact. And I'm not even mentioning the times our tornado might touch down with someones tornado outside of our home.

But today.
This day we enter into our sanctuary and hopefully, no we must, leave behind the often times swirling tangled chaotic mess of our busy lives. Each individual agenda, good and bad, is left at the door and we're no longer working to get things done. 
For this hour and a half we're not husband and wife, parents and child, co worker or friend. We're brothers and sisters. It's not that human authority is abandoned but it yields to a higher authority...our practical responsibility to each other isn't forsaken...but for a little while we're on a level ground...equal in our need for forgiveness and grace. We sing, we confess, we raise our hands. Together we eagerly reach for the bread and wine...the same in our need for sustenance. We pray and hear His word...we find peace, comfort, and mercy. No small pouring out on each head as we may feel is necessary and enough...the Spirit doesn't descend and visit individually. But an abundant tide that flows and washes over us all meeting each need, filling each heart, making clean that which has become dirty. 
We are together in this body. And as we come together, as God blesses us with unity and grants a common rest, we forget about all those other agendas, all the activity that would pull and tug our minds and hearts away. We breathe in, deep steady Sabbath breaths.

I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord!” Psalm 122:1


I Are Pilots Wife said...

Happy Valentine's Day, Friend!

I love you!