God showed up again today. I was early for a new devotional gathering and watched for the women who said they would be joining me. None of them came.
I couldn’t help but notice three women huddled around a nearby picnic table, celebrating the arrival of a box of Krispy Kreme by diving in. I said hello and asked them if they’d like to have a little devotional time. They asked me if I wanted a donut. I joined them and made a bad joke about our feast being a particularly “holey” communion.
Two more ladies wandered over and, in fairly short order, we entered into a time of prayer. One woman asked if she could sing – bringing a musical gift that was an answer to prayer for this non-musically gifted priest.
We read from John, about the Samaritan woman at the well. We spoke of living water that can quench the most intense soul-thirst. And of that deep sense of hunger through which God calls us. We prayed for one another and for all who hunger and thirst. Then more song. And joy. Not a crazy, emotional, hyped-up joy but a deep sense of the goodness of God, of Love that is everlasting and available to all.
Our discussion of the reading from John called to mind this beautiful psalm of lament from Ann Weems:
Come, Holy One,
feed to me a taste of your shalom.
Come, lift to my lips
a cup of cold water
that I might find my voice
to praise you
here in the pit.
Pull forth the hosannas
from my parched lips,
and I will sing to all
of your everlasting goodness,
for then the world will know that
my God is a God of promise
who comes to me
in my darkness.
(a portion of “Lament Psalm one”
from Psalms of Lament, p 4)
Wow! This is real ministry! Thanks for sharing. Hugs, Fr. Bob Askren+
Thanks, Father Bob! God is good>>>
Ya gotta watch out ! God’s liable to show up most any place! Good job going to the highways and byways . . .
Thanks, my friend.
You describe the scene beautifully… I could see it in my mind’s eye. What a tender communion of hearts!
Thanks for walking with me on Wednesday, dear Erin…