First rose of summer

reflections

Been working in the church office this morning.  The pace here is always busy... well nearly always.  Here in this noon hour the traffic and action have receded and a quiet has descended.  I like to listen carefully in a quiet church for still messages that float in on a Holy wind.  Let the phones lie idle for a time.  Let the doors stay closed awhile.  Quietness brings its own blessings.  Out the window I see the cross in the distance.  On the one hand is the sports fields where young life swirls with shout and play.  On the other is the resting place of the saints, whose bodies still await the last awakening, on a day like this, I imagine.  We rejoice in this place of holiness and hope.  The spirit wind rejoices in a Savior who brings both of those qualities... to us a quiet time of holy reflection, and a hope unfading about final things.  May the Most High bless and keep you today.

Bill

Viburnum

In the Medieval garden