I am leading the devotional each Tuesday at Ladies' Class for the next six weeks. I am trying to teach and model the spiritual disciplines of silence and meditation in the 5 minutes I am given.
I have them relax in their chairs ("melt into the chair) with everything off their laps, relax their neck, face and shoulders, and put their hands on their thighs. We began the first Tuesday by turning the lights off, playing instrumental "healing" music, and meditating on the word Peace. Today, we followed up on Josh's Sunday sermon by meditating on the Matt. 5:14 scripture You are the Light of the World (all work is sacred). Eventually, I will wean them off the music and help them to just sit in silence and listen for the voice of God. It seems to be going well, and many have said they wish we could do this in church. We Do Need More Moments of Silence in Church, don't we?
Today I accidently turned into the Brentwood Methodist parking lot. As I drove through it on the way to Hallmark, the leaves were doing their lovely slow dance from the trees to the ground. Beautiful!
life as viewed by a gray-haired progressive liberal Christian grandmother who wildly loves her church, her family (especially the grandchildren)and books.
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Fall color
How can one not believe in God the creator when viewing the blazing leaves of autumn? Shakespeare writes about "teeming autumn, big with rich increase". Drivers can see this big autumn now in Nashville where the trees just this week have literally burst with color. Absolutely my favorite time of year!
Another writer writes about the "spendthrift gold" of the leaves. My favorites are the bright reds of the oaks and maples. I want a yard full of them. When I left Potosi, I had to leave a red oak which every October lit the whole yard with its changes that seemed to move from inside the tree to the outside leaves. I loved to sit and watch it.
Thanks you God for your creation for us lowly humans whose eyes often miss the glory of your art.
Another writer writes about the "spendthrift gold" of the leaves. My favorites are the bright reds of the oaks and maples. I want a yard full of them. When I left Potosi, I had to leave a red oak which every October lit the whole yard with its changes that seemed to move from inside the tree to the outside leaves. I loved to sit and watch it.
Thanks you God for your creation for us lowly humans whose eyes often miss the glory of your art.
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