Good morning…
In retrospect, we learned a terrible truth. Around 3:15 am on New Year’s Day, a terrorist mowed down innocent people with a speeding pick-up truck in the celebratory streets of New Orleans. At the very same time, I was up writing yesterday’s blog post, Practice Falling In Love.
I was guided by the Spirit to share these sentences: “Let me not forget how to be stirred by beauty, remade by it, even,” writes poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer. “So I practice now, this art of falling in love with the world. Come tomorrow, I will practice again.”
God, how do we practice the art of falling in love with a world where hate-filled people can randomly steal the gift of life?
You give us the answer before we ask. We remember to be stirred by beauty, even in our deep, deep sorrow. We trust the process of being remade by You, gradually shaped into Your very likeness. You wake us each morning, “Come, come with Me, together we will practice loving boldly in a world littered with hate.”
Now it is 3:15 am twenty-four hours later, and up in the middle of the night, I savor a hopeful poem just shared by a friend.
How do we love a very broken world?
We trust the Spirit to fill our rooms with ordinary graces, as light spills from our windows to welcome hurting strangers home to the love of God.
For we know that when this earthly tent we live in is taken down (that is, when we die and leave this earthly body), we will have a house in heaven, an eternal body made for us by God himself and not by human hands (2 Corinthians 5:1, NLT).
…Sue…
