He sought to find God in ordinary daily life. For a long time now, his prayer was dry. Yet, he continued sitting in prayer each morning. Praying with each day's readings and a cup of coffee whilst looking out to dawning morning, he continued to ask for this grace.
One Saturday afternoon, he was preparing a fruit salad for the monthly neighborhood elders’ lunch. He cut up watermelon and cantaloupe. Throwing them into his recently deceased wife’s favourite glass bowl, he added strawberries and blueberries, some pineapple and mandarins. As he sprinkled some sugar and nutmeg and tossed the fruit in a dash of Kahlua, he sensed God standing next to him. Very real; very present. The moment was surprising yet assuring. He looked up; the room was suffused with mid-day light. Life suddenly felt good and bright. He paused and smiled. Then, he continued tossing the fruit.
from my journeys with God's people
photo: cherries by adsj (june, 2010 at 15 avon street, cambridge)
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One learns, waits, and grows to be present... Once there, you encounter the ONE who always have been present. Thanks!!!
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