Sunday mornings are traditionally a time of prayer, gathering in community and offerings. During these strange times things have changed dramatically, and very quickly. I have come to love this woman, Nadia Bolz-Weber very much. She is real, she is insightful and she speaks love. This touched me deeply today and I felt a real urge to share. We may not be gathering in crowds to worship, but remember, it is within us to pray, worship, however that is for you, individually. It is not the building that hosts prayer. It is within each of us. Let's not lose sight of that. I send this out today with love and wishes for peace and health for everyone.
The Rev. Nadia Bolz-Weber, Lutheran pastor and author (and now podcaster - The Confessional) offered this reflection yesterday.
I do not know when we can gather together again in worship, Lord.
So, for now I just ask that:
When I sing along in my kitchen to each song on Stevie Wonder’s Songs in The Key of Life Album, that it be counted as praise. (Happy 70th Birthday, SW!)
And that when I read the news and my heart tightens in my chest, may it be counted as a Kyrie.
And that when my eyes brighten in a smile behind my mask as I thank the cashier may it be counted as passing the peace.
And that when I water my plants and wash my dishes and take a shower may it be counted as remembering my baptism.
And that when the tears come and my shoulders shake and my breathing falters, may it be counted as prayer.
And that when I stumble upon a Tabitha Brown video and hear her grace and love of you may it be counted as a hearing a homily.
And that as I sit at that table in my apartment, and eat one more homemade meal, slowly, joyfully, with nothing else demanding my time or attention, may it be counted as communion.