At the quiet day yesterday, while I was listening: to the Bishop, to colleagues, to the natural world, to myself even, I heard a voice… well, sort of a voice… perhaps an idea of a voice. It seemed to have holy possibility. I have learned such things are best held lightly. It seems best to be still and listen and wait, not leap to decisions or conclusions. This kind of, sort of, voice, told me to Stay Put. There are so many things it might mean: So many convenient things it might mean, so many inconvenient things it might mean. While I might wish for more words, while I might wish to fill in the blanks, all I really know is those two words carried holy possibility. So I will wait in this space. I will wait and see. I will hold it, but I will hold it lightly.
Consider this:
I believe that God comes to us all the time, and sometimes we recognize that coming as God. Most often we don*t. Sometimes, like during an intentional quiet day, or perhaps at a time like this morning discussing the Jesus Prayer, or maybe even noticing the way the scarlet tulips in front of the house were fully open when we got home from church, we glimpse that holy possibility. And hold it lightly.
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