Where are you?
For a moment, that’s a query about location. This picture, from our street in Leander, Texas, is a picture seen across God’s earth. It’s seen in Florence, Italy by my son, Andrew and his family; it’s seen by a dear buddy Randy in Bellevue, Washington; it’s seen by my Rabbi Guide in Colorado and Zorba in Oregon and Bob Ball in Alaska. It’s seen by Matthew and Laura in Chicagoland. It is seen by Marie and Ted in Eugene and David and family in Bend and Tom and Jill in Portland, by Lisa in Beaverton, by Nestor and Annie in Lakewood, by Arlene in Seattle, by Melinda and family in Waco, by John and Lydia in Chicago, by Jeannette in Hawaii, by Ron in Georgetown, by Art in San Marcos, by Mike in Austin, by Noelia and family in Whitney, by Jason and Kristi and children in Leander, by Joanne in Des Moines, Washington and by Jo in Dallas.
It’s seen wherever we are. The start of a new day.
The question, though, where are you, goes much deeper. It’s a question about our inner self, the state of our soul and the expansion or diminishing of our vision.
I pray this morning…for friends who are battling health challenges…you know who you are. I pray for those losing their memory, the moments when the eyes are blank and the identity lapses…at best.
I also pray for myself. As most of you know, I have no regard for the realities spewing forth from our national government. To say it is shameful and embarrassing is such an understatement. I’m trying—and maybe trying is contemptible to others—to show more understanding than judgement. It’s hard, but it’s necessary.
And yet. Love the “and yet.” EACH of us is a creation of God. Yesterday in church, as we do every Sunday we prayed for our President, our Governor and our Mayor. That each of them, in my language might spell justice not as “just us.”
So, a new week. Be good to yourself, give the day your fullest, and know the sun did rise [as theologically I confess the Son is Risen, He is risen indeed.].