Today was one of those days. You know, the kind of day that makes it easy to get lost in the stuff of life and hard to remember who you are and whose you are. In fact, I almost forgot that it was a holy day – a day in which we are called to step away from the stuff of life and focus on God, on our mortality, on the gift that God has given us by breathing life into us, and on redemptive self-examination. Yet, in the midst of this busy, crazy, topsy turvy day, God’s Spirit blew me toward the Chapel in our office. All of the dust from which I came and all the dust to which I will return gathered in a holy space for a few moments to remember, reflect, and reset.
All that felt lost, felt found again. All that felt crazy, felt sane again. Through gathering in the presence of God, I was reminded of God’s promise to the scattered exiles in Babylon. “… You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back from captivity. I will #gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you,” declares the Lord, “and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile.”(Jeremiah 29 :13-14 NIV)
For the dust, the Spirit, and the gathering, thanks be to God.