It’s Saturday and once again, I am working on my sermon for tomorrow. It’s hard to believe that it has been only a week since the last one. A long week with lifelong repercussions for so many.
Last week my sermon text was from Psalm 30: Weeping may linger in the night, but joy comes in the morning. One of my examples was from Betty Smith, best known for A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, but also the author of a novel called Joy in the Morning, a title straight out of Psalm 30. Last Sunday I shared this quote from that novel: Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or the last time.
I spent two days this week in and around Boston. You couldn’t help but be struck by the swift and extraordinary work being done by law enforcement and private citizens. As events unfolded, keen observation counted. Many poets and spiritual writers describe prayer as”paying attention.” Like so many others, I am grateful for those whose prayers this week took that form. Thank you for looking at everything as if you were seeing it for the first or last time.
Faith in the Ordinary 