My week has been filled with amazing moments of grace…I wanted to share a little.
It was one of those things- those things that will never ever leave me. Sunday night, at the end of our Palm Sunday night service to kick off our Holy Week we had a time for people to come forward and be prayed for by myself or our intern pastor. This is not a new thing for us- we sometimes hold prayer services and healing services believing very much that prayer is integral to our life of faith. But this night something happened that filled me with life and holiness at a whole new level. My daughter Payton decided to come forward and to pray with me. A little guy in her class (1st grade) is going through a cancer-like illness and Payton was moved to come and pray for him. As I got on my knees to put my hands on her shoulders, and anoint her with oil I said, “what do you want to pray for?” She responded, “For C, that he gets better and knows God loves him.” My heart melted. My eyes welled with tears as I realized that she gets it…my little seven year old baby girl gets it. She gets the power of community coming together in prayer and she gets the idea of love and grace and how important that is for us to have for others. A holy moment, in the midst of a holy week.
Another moment…today. I was blessed to have a meeting with a colleague over coffee at one of my favorite coffee places. As we sat and enjoyed our lattes I was privileged enough to hear her story of the things she is going through. Sometimes I think we forget that pastors too struggle. I listened, I talked, we laughed and we lamented the reality of this work being what it is. We celebrated the love that we both have for our calling and I was able to see grace in her, and I hope her in me. A holy moment, in the midst of a holy week.
And still another moment…today. Lunch with a member of our community. As we broke bread together we shared simple conversation and then some not so simple conversation. She shared with me the hard things she and her loved ones are facing- things that eat her up, that she battles with, that hurt- and I got to listen, to offer some words of something I hope, and the promise that I will pray and will continue to walk with her through this. A holy moment in the realization that I have the best “job” in the world. A holy moment , in the midst of a holy week.
And still…one more. On my way back to my car I decided to stop in to one of my favorite coffee shops for a little more coffee. (Yes, I know that is too much coffee for one day). As I was there I noticed one of the people that works there had a tattoo on her arm. Being a lover of tattoos and always trying to find inspiration for my next one I asked her what it said. She told me, and then told me what the other ones on her arms said too. A moment of grace for me- a moment of hearing a bit of who she was. A moment of realizing the power of story- of conversation- of wanting to know more about what makes people tick. A moment of realizing how important it is to connect with people rather than push people away and focus inward. For me, that was holy. A holy moment, in the midst of a holy week.
I thank God tonight for every breath I get and I thank God for these moments that speak holiness to me. I pray that you, wherever you are can find those moments as well.