From the street

Yesterday, as my friend and I had breakfast together and chatted about our work, our kids, our life in general, I had this overwhelming sense of God's presence. Not because we talked about God per se, but because somehow I knew that God was in our conversation. It was holy - as holy as any moment has been.

I went to the hospital to visit a new friend and once again had the sense of God's presence. My new friend is recovering from a terrible accident and the plan is to have him home for Christmas. This, too, was holy.

Meeting with the Young Adult Gathering last night and talking about God's feminine images in Scripture was interesting and fun, too. Sad, Scripture is full of feminine images, but we never get to explore them in church...maybe a sermon series is forthcoming, who knows? but holy, it was holy.

'via Blog this'

From the Street

I was at the maul yesterday (no this is not a mistake...my friend Steve K. put this on his own FB page...and I concur with the sentiment) shopping for Christmas gifts. I was at Macy's and was making my purchases at one of the many jewelry counters.

.

The young man who helped me was on his first day!

He was very kind, and so apologetic for being slow. I didn't mind a bit. I was there before 1pm and so my extra $10 discount was secured. We chatted while he scanned and put in the codes and he told me that everyone had been so nice to him as he learned the ropes.

I told him that he seemed very bright and that it would soon feel very familiar - all that he was doing.

He smiled and his eyes softened as he thanked me for my kind words.

How much effort did that take - on his part, or on mine? And yet, in the hassle of the season, we added a tiny bit to each other's Christmas peace.

I wish him well and I will look him up again, the next time I head to the maul.

Google:

'via Blog this'