Finding our way to The Way one situation at a time. I don't know how great it will be, but I expect it will be interesting, and I look forward to it going on past all reason because wonder is just that way. Are you coming or not?
This Singing Bowl was blessed
by three Buddhist monks
over the course of my tenure
at the Presbyterian Church of the Covenant
in Greensboro, NC.
I used it to ring us into and out of
the silence that began the service
of A Gathering of Sojourners
each Sunday morning.
The right kind of silence
opens us to the here/now
in every moment,
and is the foundation
of our alignment with
the flow of our life
through all of the
times and places of our living.
We can live through anything
and do anything
if we are
still, quiet and empty enough long enough.
The Singing Bowl itself
is a Symbol of Transformation for me,
connecting me with my past,
and my future--
and with all of those
who have shared the silence with me,
and all who have been blessed by silence
through the ages and eons of times long forgotten,
and who will be through ages and eons yet to be.
We are one in the chiming of the bell.
One in the silence of the call to be here/now,
open to what is present with us
into all that waits to be seen and done.
I'm retired, and still finding my way--but now, I don't have to pretend that I know what I'm doing.
I retired after 40.5 years as a minister in the Presbyterian Church USA, serving churches in Louisiana, Mississippi and North Carolina. I graduated from Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, in Austin, Texas, and Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana. My wife, Judy, and I have three daughters and five granddaughters within about twenty minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.
View more posts
One thought on “July 21-A, 2022”
LikeLiked by 1 person