Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you. I paddled a small boat through wind and waves in the open sea, the wind wanting to wipe me sideways, waves lurching me about, the constant pressing, the effort, the all aloneness of it, a little dot in an ocean wide of green, the struggle so welcome, so satisfying,
because I was there.
I have climbed mountains and hiked deserts, raised children and journeyed through a marriage simply to be there.
You have swung the hammer, sewed the seams, taken the bus, changed the diapers, recovered from the illness, done the time. You run races, you wash dishes, you row your body through its failings, you work the work of youth or of aging, you put your shoulder to it. Even in prayer's stillness you go the distance.
This is the holy pilgrimage: to meet the given day. You give yourself to this moment as it is, hand to hand, all in, and beyond all accomplishment you are given the gift of this life. You come home with salt in your hair and a whole wide sea in your heart.
Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve
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