Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Praying for Pastor

How to Pray for Your Pastor…

1. When you’re in a hurry: “Lord, Pastor ­­_________________!” God knows the needs of your pastor. Even a quick intervention deepens your spiritual commitment to your pastor’s well-being and your relationship with God.

2. When the pastor seems stressed: “Dear God, I’m not sure what’s happening with Pastor _________. I ask for your peace to surround him/her and for your presence to be felt and perceived. May amazing grace be evident to him/her in the week ahead.” Pastors often have lots on their minds- some things that are public and some things that are not. Families, plumbing, health issues, money, neighbors- pastors are people, too, and they need the prayers that they often pray for you!

3. When you are in disagreement: “Ruler of the universe, I give you thanks for your Holy Spirit who brings discernment and guidance to all people. I am grieved at the division in your church. I seek clarity from your written word and inspiration from the Living Word. Help Pastor _______ to be open to how you revealing yourself in truth. Help me to open to new learning and wisdom as well. I ask this, trusting in your faithfulness to all involved in this conversation.” Dissention in the church brings grief to pastors. No person wants to fight with loved ones. Yet, even the most conflict-avoidant people eventually have disagreements. Your pastor is praying for you in this situation and for how to be a good pastor. It is good for you to return the effort. It will not go unnoticed.

4. When something doesn’t seem right: “Dear God, I renounce the forces that oppose you in the world. I especially reject any attempts these forces may be making in the life of my pastor or in the life of his/her family. I ask for the strengthening of your Holy Spirit in protection and aid and that your enemy would find no quarter here! Amen!” Your pastor is on the front lines of spiritual life- for you and for others. Being in front means being at the first line of attack. Unfortunately, there are spiritual (and material) forces that oppose God’s desire for wholeness and healing in the world. Your pastor is not immune to these oppositions. When you pray for God’s protection for a pastor or anyone else in these situations, you are forming what is called a “prayer covering”. The more people who join in this type of prayer, with sincerity of heart, the better for the pastor and for the congregation.

5. When church was great: “Blessed are you, Creator of the Universe, who has drawn us together this day to praise your name. Thank you for the songs and the musicians. Thank you for the readers and the assistants. Thank you for the good news of Jesus Christ, which brings me hope and confidence again and again. Thank you for our pastor and his/her sensitivity to your word and will. Praise be to you forever! Amen.” Or something like that. A prayer of thanksgiving is not nothing and you’ll remember the 30 seconds you sat in your car, thanking God for church, longer than you will remember the service.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Litany for Internal Grief (Based on Psalm 51)

Have mercy on me, O God
Great is your faithfulness in mercy and love.

Mop up the overflow of my self-centeredness.
Remove the stains of my irritations and desire for control.

The definition of sin, beyond brokenness, eludes me,
But I feel its real effects in my life.

I know that I am not perfect
My reach exceeds my grasp in recognizing the truth of my own humanness.

Even when I know I have hurt family, friends, neighbors, and strangers
Ultimately, I have sinned against you, O Lord, in what has been done and left undone.

The grace that I dare to trust you to extend to me is nothing that I deserve.
I could not earn it in fifty lifetimes.

You desire truth and understanding.
Any wisdom I may gain flows forth from your Spirit.

Cleanse me by your own works and I shall be clean, indeed.
Wash me with your own created elements and I shall be restored to wholeness.

Create in me a clean heart- a renewed connection with the Source of All Good
Open me to receive a rejuvenated spirit- a sense of joy and peace in you.

Grant me the peace of my baptism and the consolation of your table,
Keep me moving in your ways on this day and all that follow.

When frustration is my offering to you,
Turn my energy into the work of peacemaking.

When deep grief is my offering to you,
Turn my hopelessness into a perception of your Presence.

When a closed mind in my offering to you,
Turn my rigidity into pliability for your kingdom.

When revenge is my offering to you,

Turn my indignation to humility for Christ’s sake in the world.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Words Fail Me (But I Keep Talking)

This was my Facebook update today. It doesn't exactly apply to this space, which is less about my kids and more focused on specific truth-telling. Nevertheless, the sentiments apply.

I wrote it out after prayerfully deciding to scrap the service plan and write laments and prayers and hymns for Sunday.


What to say, what to say. 
I try to keep this space uplifting and hopeful. I keep it a space for truth telling. If it is going to be a space where I put up the pictures of my children, then it also has to be a space where I name the realities of the world in which they live. I want it to be better for them, for their friends, for the parents of their friends, for the people they'll never meet. 
Frankly, my dears, it is exhausting. 
I was told "turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in his wonderful face, and the things of earth will grow strangely dim, in the light of his glory and grace".
I did. They haven't. 
I can't sing, "It is well with my soul" without somehow acknowledging that Satan is buffeting and I don't feel as consoled by blest assurance as I'm supposed to. 
I can't even rejoice in the hour I spent months ago talking to my one confirmation student about how Jesus was brown-skinned because she is too and she probably would have figured this out eventually. 
I don't feel like God has forsaken me because I do not believe that is in God's nature. God doesn't contradict God's self. 
So the reality, then, is that too many of the people who said they were on God's side turned out not to be on the side of God's people. Too many people sang, "Jesus loves the little children" and mentally added a chorus, "But I don't have to". Too many people are willing to make excuses for racism, inequity, inequality, and persistent divisions. 
I want to swear right here because even Yale didn't provide me with enough adjectives to cover this situation. 
Why do I still give a damn? Why did I spend the day re-writing Sunday's service? Why have I prayed for guidance? Why do I think that anything I say or do will matter in the slightest?
Because Ruth the Moabite was faithful to Naomi the Israelite. Ruth's faithfulness to her mother-in-law of a different race was the conclusion (generations later) to the inhospitality of Sodom and Gomorrah. Ruth's patience, openness, and dedication gave way to the lineage that would lead to Jesus, by way of David.
Maybe I could be like Ruth. Or maybe this is a generation of inhospitality and, please God, I am among those who are struggling against that tide. 
Nevertheless, God does bring good. If I have come to receive grace, and not in vain, then I am not able to leave the work of reconciliation. 
-- Sigh --
Because it's not about me, it is about Christ- I continue on. Yes, and I ask God to help and guide me.

Thursday, June 18, 2015


Holy Mary, mother of a brown son,
Mother who feared for his well-being,
Mother who tasted terror when he left your side-
Pray for us.

Holy Mary, mother of a brown man,
Mother who demanded his respect,
Mother who knew the power of God-
Pray for us.

Holy Mary, mother of a brown rebel,
Mother who tried to save him from himself,
Mother who eyed the authorities as they drew near to him-
Pray for us.

Holy Mary, mother of a brown preacher,
Mother who was stunned by his insight
Mother who taught him how to listen to the word-
Pray for us.

Holy Mary, mother of a brown prisoner,
Mother who grieved what would never be,
Mother who feared for the life of one who you carried in your body and heart-
Pray for us.

Holy Mary, mother of a brown man killed too soon,
Mother who held his broken body,
Mother who howled to the heavens-
Pray for us.

Holy Mary, mother of a brown Incarnation,
Mother who dared to hope in resurrection,
Mother who whispered, "Let it be with me according to your will"-
Pray for us.

Saturday, June 13, 2015

The Prayer of the Trees

A prompt from Rachel Hackenberg:

From the prophet Ezekiel:

Thus says the Lord GOD: I will take a sprig from the top of a cedar; I will break off a tender twig from its uppermost branches and plant it on a high mountain. There it will grow into a noble cedar, producing branches and bearing fruit, and under it the creatures will burrow and in its shade the birds will nest. Then all the trees from field to forest will know that I am the LORD, who makes low trees tall and who cuts low the highest tree, who dries up the green trees and makes the dry trees flourish again. I am the LORD; I will do this. (Ezekiel 17:22-24, adapted)

Imagine the praise of the trees in the fields and the forests! Imagine the hope of the dry trees and the trembling of the tall proud trees! Imagine the prayer of the cedar sprig, newly planted and striving to grow!

Breath of my breath and Core of my Being
You made all things. 
You know my weaknesses and my faults-
The improper lines, the too-strong advances, 
The petty resentments and indignities that I refuse to shoulder silently
You give me all that I need-
Beyond my food in due season,
You clothe me in broad swaths of deepest green
And give me the songs for my dance....
When we are in congregation, 
We lift our arms to you, remembering the source of our joy
Our roots spread their toes, gripping the earth-
Giving our praise lift and balance.
We who are tuned to your voice 
Seek to hear its life-giving murmurs all day long.
We cannot bear your silence, 
Your waiting.
Keep us a-hum by the Spirit's tuning fork, 
vibrating to the goodness of your commands 
 Create in us new life
As is befitting to your plan
for hope, goodness, and a future
Let us dare to be witnesses
to your greatness, your mercy, 
your grace, and your love
Make us instruments of renewal and restoration-
builders of kin-dom and community. 
Remember those who depend on us. Do not let them be forgotten. 
Grant us the grace to be generous with what you have first given us- all that we have, all that we are, all that we have yet to know.                                                   

Do not forget our wounds, O Creator. Do not allow our brokenness to separate us from your love. Draw near to us and heal us. Heal us for service to your holy desires. 

 Bring us to a good death, O Holy One. 
In your kindness,  allow us to decrease as you increase.
Grant us a vision of the Eternal Word, enfleshed as Jesus
Who knew the trees as his cradle, his trade, and the means of his death
Allow his presence to pioneer the way and guide us
As we move from one life to the next

 In your loving-kindness, bring us to eternal life in you. 

Friday, June 12, 2015

Come Thou Fount (A Prayer)

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
All good things pour forth from you and they become blessings in their own good time. The forces that oppose you disguise their work as your goodness, but their efforts crumble under your mercy and eternal love. You are the source of joy, the mouth of the river of life, the wellspring of the everlasting hope.
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
I long for my soul to dance to your music, to be harmonized with you at a cellular level. Your beat, O God, is the rhythm of the desert stillness and the rush of wind through swamp reeds. Bring me into calibration with your wild cacophony and make me euphonious with your creation. 

Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
The flow of your grace creates the geography of my life- the high banks, the refreshing pools, the place of reorientation when I am lost. I can perceive the edge of your plans for me, by meandering by the winding gurgling of the Water of Life. 

Call for songs of loudest praise.
Amen! Amen! Amen!  Lord, to whom should we go? You have the words of eternal life. There is no song that I would like to sing but Yours. I confess that my head turns at the strains of other notes, but they prove false every time. I rejoice in giving thanks and praise to You alone. 

Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Shaping Spirit, I am afraid of you. I welcome you. I open myself to you through your own bidding and shaping. Make me receptive to your teaching, your tuning, your guidance, your glimpses. I wish to be part of the hymnody through which you bring freedom and restoration to the world. 

Sung by flaming tongues above.
O glorious saints, you who pray for us and whose lives are now beyond our comprehension- do not cease! Your cloud of witness is a buffering reality for our souls.  O angelic chorus, you who are created beings, too- knowing the pleasure of being at the service of the Holy Mystery- sing! Sing! 
Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it,
I have not come to this place through my own efforts. Please, let it be that I do not leave it ever. 

Mount of Thy unchanging love.
Thank You. Thank You. Thank You. 


Crossed posted at RevGalBlogPals.org 

Thursday, June 11, 2015


Today (June 12) is my birthday. I'm renewing my baptismal covenant, both acknowledging what God has done for me that I cannot do for myself and also what my response is to that grace.

In the next year, I will strive to

• live among God’s faithful people;

• hear the Word of God and share in the Lord’s Supper;

• proclaim the good news of God in Christ through word and deed;

• serve all people following the example of Jesus; and,

• strive for justice and peace in all the earth.

    And I ask God to help and guide me. 

    Wednesday, June 10, 2015

    Psalm 131: Thoughts

    Psalm 131 was one of the selected readings for tonight's evening prayer.

    The New Revised Standard Version reads:
    Lord, my heart is not lifted up, my eyes are not raised too high.I do not occupy myself with thingstoo great and too marvelous for me.But I have calmed and quieted my soul like a weaned child with its mothermy soul is like the weaned child that is with me.
    O Israel, hope in the Lordfrom this time on and forevermore.

     There are beautiful images here. I feel subsumed in the image of "like a weaned child with its mother". When I hold my children in my lap, they are cradled against the breast that once fed them. They hear a heart beat that they knew in the womb, heard in the their first weeks, that beat near their ear as they fed, and that lulled them to sleep again and again.

    Though my youngest has been weaned for over a year, she still comes to my lap for stillness, for consolation, for a little rebirth. Leaning against my breast again is coming back to the fount that gave order and life to each of them for so long. It is the place to regroup, recharge, re-covenant with the love that gives them the strength to go out again, try new things, fail or succeed.

    Even for adopted or bottle-fed children, the metaphor holds for the lap as the place of comfort.
    It holds for the heartbeat within a familiar chest as a re-orienting rhythm.

    What an image for us to consider in our relationship with our Creator. That we have a place of peace to snuggle into, to be cradled, to be re-acquainted with our most primordial selves.

    When we are at peace in closeness with what Is, Was, and Ever Shall Be, we are like a beloved child, held and comforted, for whom all is right with the world.

    Tuesday, June 9, 2015

    Future Tense

    I'm currently at the Collegeville Institute in Minnesota for a writing workshop week.

    We are using building that once was called the Ecumenical Institute, where work to unite churches and faithful people was done with earnestness and great hope.

    Today is also the Feast Day for St. Columba, among others, who helped to bring the Christian faith and establish its roots in Scotland (and elsewhere in Britain). I have been to Iona Abbey, one of the monasteries associated with Columba. The pictures here are from Iona.

    Listening to crickets chirping, loons calling, and seeing an actual sunset out my window (doesn't happen in AK this time of year), I am thinking of those whose faithfulness makes our lives possible.

    God's provision for the future through the faithful is moving and provocative. What am I doing on a daily or even semi-regular basis that God may use to improve lives in the future? The reality is I may never know. But I remain committed to sharing the gospel, to seeking Christ in my neighbor, and pursuing the well-being of all. In that action is a life and in that life there is all the future that will be- ever in God's hands.

    Check One

    I was supposed to answer this question on a survey. What's the right box for the pastor? 

    All of the above, sometimes?

    None of the above? 

    I prefer not to answer in humility or out of pride? 

    Today I texted with an intern, wrote about racism, was quoted in the paper about Medicaid Expansion, prayed for the people I didn't see in church yesterday, parented my children, contained my temper in the grocery store because Jesus, thought about upcoming sermons, and wept over the divisions that cause pain in the Body of Christ, even in my own house.

    And that's on my day off. 

    I'm the Reverend Julia Seymour. You may call me Pastor. I'm a leader for order among a group of people who seek to live and die in Jesus Christ for the sake of the world. The work is amazing and infuriating and joyful and grieving.

    Which box covers that? 

    Monday, June 8, 2015

    McKinney, Texas

    Scene: McKinney, Texas

    A white police officer yelling at black and brown teens, telling them to sit down, to leave, to get down, to disperse. Officer chases young black men. Officer forces black teenage girl to the ground, by her hair and neck, and then holds her there with his knee in her back. Teen girl has empty hands and is wearing a bikini. White adult males mill around and do not intervene with the officers or attempt to console and assist any of the teenagers present.

    Year: 1954 1968 2015

    Today, I was thinking of the friends of the paralytic man in Mark 2. They couldn't get the healing, the help, the relief needed for their friend by getting him through the door. They couldn't wait for it to come to them. The option that seemed clearest was to tear the roof off the house. Rip up the clay, the leaves, the hardened mud, and straw. Rain down dirt clods and stick scraps on the (self) righteous leaders gathered below. Raise the roof and get this done. Now.

    The time has come to do the same in this country.

    Silence is complicity. Waiting is criminal (aiding and abetting). Victim blaming is shameful.

    We who have the privilege of white skin, light skin, money, placement, opportunity, platform, or otherwise must raise the roof on racism in the country. We have to tear out the mud of a system that paralyzes and ignores the plight of millions. We who can, not only should, but must.

    Respect is not a zero-sum game. No one loses by acknowledging that black and brown lives matter.

    Racism is a house that corrupts all who enter and live within its contaminating walls, even if some residents believe they can resist the pull.

    When will we be ready to get our hands dirty by tearing off the roof?

    Saturday, June 6, 2015

    Ask A Pastor Anything

    In preparing for our church's booth for Anchorage Pridefest, we made this sign. It was meant to be more tongue-in-cheek than fundraiser. We laughed and even the church visitors who saw it chuckled.
    Once it was out of the church building, though, it didn't get many laughs. In fact, it received a lot of frowns. "I have a question," one guy said. "But I don't want to pay." 

    It occurred to me that many people who are outside of the church often assume the main motive of the church is to make money. We weren't winning friends here; we were ending conversations before they started.

    I covered the "pricing" with paper and tape. Once all that could be seen was "Ask a Pastor Anything", the questions flowed. 

    Today, I listened to the following questions, some accompanying stories, and did my best to represent a flawed institution and a perfect God.

    What does faith mean to you?

    What's a pastor?

    Do I have to believe everything exactly right first?

    How do I know if I am gay or straight?

    Is there a trans-friendly church in Anchorage?

    What do you think about hell?

    How do I talk to my parents about who I am?

    How do I let go of a hurtful past in the church?

    How do I start to pray?

    Who can help me with my housing situation?

    How do I begin to hope again?

    Do you have on-line services? 

    Where are the porta-potties?

    Will I ever feel at peace in a church again? 

    With other people from Lutheran Church of Hope, we handed out stickers, apology cards, and bubbles. We listened, laughed, prayed, and represented. We said "I don't know" and "I am sorry" and "You are loved". 

    Someone gave us a dollar. 

    It was worth it. 

    Friday, June 5, 2015

    When You're Wrong

    Hey, people of Westboro Baptist Church, 

    Greetings in the name of God, whom we seek to worship and glorify with our words and our works. 

    I acknowledge your right to be outside Beau Biden's funeral. You can say whatever you want there. 

    It's your right. 

    Just because it's your right, though, doesn't make it right. 

    You've articulated on your website (godhatesfags.com) that you feel the need to be outside at that funeral, shouting against the grieving people inside, because the Biden family, as Roman Catholics, will likely pray using the rosary and your congregation perceives that to be idolatry. 

    So, on June 6th, you think that the greatest use of your tax-free dollars and God-given energy is to scream about idolatry in the use of the rosary outside of a church wherein a funeral is being held for a 46-year-old husband, son, father, brother, and friend.

    Your "press release" quotes several passages about idolatry, including: 

    See, I am setting before you today a blessing and a curse: the blessing, if you obey the commandments of the Lord your God that I am commanding you today; and the curse, if you do not obey the commandments of the Lord your God, but turn from the way that I am commanding you today, to follow other gods that you have not known. Deuteronomy 11:26-28


    Little children, keep yourselves from idols. 1 John 5:21

    I have some Scripture I'd like to quote back to you, not because I want to trump you, but because Scripture is useful for reproof and correction (2 Timothy 3:16). We who are believers are to use it for such a purpose among ourselves, so that we can be ambassadors for Christ (2 Corinthians 5:20), carrying God's message in him to the world. 

     If any think they are religious, and do not bridle their tongues but deceive their hearts, their religion is worthless. Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this: to care for orphans and widows in their distress, and to keep oneself unstained by the world. James 1:26-27

    Our words are the greatest threat to our witness. Is crusading against the rosary at a funeral a good use of your words or your witness? Is that the work in which you are seeking the Spirit’s help? Can you honestly say that it is caring for the widows and the orphaned in their distress, not to mention anyone else who is grieving?

    Let love be genuine; hate what is evil, hold fast to what is good; love one another with mutual affection; outdo one another in showing honor. Do not lag in zeal, be ardent in spirit, serve the Lord. Rejoice in hope, be patient in suffering, persevere in prayer. Contribute to the needs of the saints; extend hospitality to strangers. Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse them. Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep. Live in harmony with one another; do not be haughty, but associate with the lowly; do not claim to be wiser than you are. Do not repay anyone evil for evil, but take thought for what is noble in the sight of all. If it is possible, so far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all. Beloved, never avenge yourselves, but leave room for the wrath of God; for it is written, “Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord.”  No, “if your enemies are hungry, feed them; if they are thirsty, give them something to drink; for by doing this you will heap burning coals on their heads.”  Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good. Romans 12:9-21

    I was going to select some verses from Paul’s letter above, but they all seemed pertinent. You have the zealousness down pat! Good job. However, have you spent that zeal and energy in improving the lives of your fellow Kansans? Are all around you sated, quenched, healed, visited, and accompanied?

    Lastly, I want you to consider Jesus’ own words as written in Matthew’s gospel account:

    Blessed are you when people revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account.  Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you. Matthew 5:11-12

    It’s worth noting that Jesus connects this passage to the call to live with a purity of heart, a peacemaking spirit, meekness, and demonstrations of mercy, among other things. If you are doing all of the above and you find yourself persecuted because of your faithfulness in those things, then the words of reward may apply to you.

    However, just because people deride what you’re doing… just because people try to keep you away from their gatherings and disdain your motives… just because people don't like what you're doing...

    It doesn’t necessarily mean you’re being persecuted.

    Sometimes it just means you’re an asshole.

    Thursday, June 4, 2015

    Silvery Side

    I once read that one could tell that it was going to rain by looking at the trees. 
    The shift in the breeze before a coming storm turned leaves over, their silvery undersides rippling against the brighter green of their siblings. 

    Even though I now live far from where I did when I first heard that, I still look for the silvery sides at the sky darkens, the air cools, and the air pressure changes. 

    Oh, if we could see the silvery sides of other things in the world, the turned over signal that means rain, hope, change, peace, help, healing, restoration is coming. 

    Slippery Spirit, sliding swiftly. Speaking softly. Subtly shifting. Silent shimmying. 
    The silver sides of the leaves of the world show your shadow. 
    Help me to see it and to turn my own silver side up to reveal your coming and going. 


    Cross-posted at RevGalBlogPals.org 


    The Roman Catholic Ordination rite includes this phrase: “Receive the Gospel of Christ, whose herald you have become. Believe what you read, teach what you believe and practice what you teach.”

    Since I have a low view of ordination- as in, it is for order for the sake of the church- I think this phrase might do well to be incorporated in baptism (a sacrament) or confirmation (not a sacrament). There should be a stage when we explain what it means to embrace God's mission, as we are able to perceive it through Jesus, and the church's call to participate in that missional work. 

    With the Word in hand, we read (in community, in context, in communion). We trust what we read. We live our questions. We share the insights we have received in the written word and through prayer and meditation. We practice what we have shared- together and as individuals in the world. 

    Receive. Trust. Share. Practice. 

    Lather. Rinse. Repeat. 

    Tuesday, June 2, 2015

    Bad Choices

    Our five-year-old is attending a Vacation Bible School program at another church this week. He went last year and loved it, so he's going again. 

    Today, afterward, I asked him what they did. He told me his schedule: games, science, snack, Bible story, crafts, music. 

    "What was the Bible story today?" I asked. 

    "It was about bad choices," he replied. 

    "Bad choices? Who made bad choices?"

    "Those two people, I don't remember their names. They lived in a garden." 

    "Adam and Eve."

    "Yes. They lived in a garden and God told them not to touch a special tree. But they made a bad choice when a snake tricked them. They touched the tree. God made them leave the garden, but God still loved them. If we make bad choices, God still loves us.

    "So the snake lied to Adam and Eve and they made a bad choice. God gave them a punishment, but God still loved them." 


    "Sounds about right."

    Passenger: "That seemed pretty clear. Can he teach me about the Bible?" 

    In the Offing

    Due to our family choices of where to put our kids in school, I woke up at 6:20 every Monday of the school year and drove both kids into Anchorage to get our kindergartener to school at 9 am. Sometimes I would spend some of the day with the toddler or I'd take her to childcare and spend some time alone. 

    However, it also became easy to just go to work on what's as supposed to be my day off and get things done. Easily  enough conversations, writing, and meeting crept in and settled. It's been a very busy spring and I needed that extra time anyway. 

    Now, though, it's the second Monday of summer. It was a leisurely morning of snuggling, laughing, playgrounds, and waffles. I played, I napped, I read.

    I did think about work, but in a far less overwhelmed way. 

    Yesterday I preached on the Holy Trinity. In essence, I believe the doctrine is helpful to us in as much as it reveals the depth of God's own self and reminds us that we are not God, but we are in a privileged relationship. 

    Today felt like a float through that relationship. A little of this and a little of that, all shaping up to remind of the Holy One and how they save me. 

    It was a sabbath. And I am grateful.