It is quiet in the church at 7:15. Most mornings this week I have come alone and prayed alone. Well, one is never all alone when one comes aside for a bit to meet with God. And it doesn’t take a prayer week for God to show up since he is always with me – as our prayers for this week remind me – Christ above me and below me, on my left and on my right.
Most people probably think that they can just stay at home on these cold early mornings and that will just be peachy keen with God. And it will be. God is gracious but he does like to talk to us and he apparently loves for us to tell him our stuff. So, if they have been reminded of this and taken time to spend in quiet with God this week, our goal of calling the members of our congregation to prayer this week will have been accomplished.
But I am afraid most people have not taken much time. We can ignore God quite successfully when we are not in some distressing situation that stops us in our usual busy tracks.
What most people do not realize is that it is good to pray. Not just morally good in the sense that we call ourselves Christian and therefore should pray. It is just good. It is like sitting down on the couch beside a loving parent and having a good talk. It is like laying your head on the shoulder of your mother when you need to talk or cry or when you have a special joy to share.
When I pray I experience the reality of God and I together, sometimes talking, sometimes just sitting together. It is good.
What creates in me this need
To be alone in silence
Before You, to raise my eyes
To see if You are here, to
Let my ears become attuned,
Attend the almost silent
Whisper of Your voice?
Only Your living love can
Woo my soul like this. You
Alone, You are God.
Sheesh, this has been a busy week so far. And we are only half way through.
Yesterday, had too many difficult extractions. I was tired by the end of my work day but my day was no way near finished. Had errands to run. Then music practice. Advent begins on Sunday so we were practicing some carols.
We also have our family advent program on Sunday night. That means that I need to do some baking on the weekend. As well as practicing what I am contributing. I think I will be playing “Let All Mortal Flesh Be Silent” on the recorder and if I can get my act together maybe something on my bass, besides singing with a group of women – the old women. Well some of them are younger than me. And it good to have a group of “younger women” that will be singing too. I wonder if the really older women are doing something? Maybe they could do some cane and walker tapping to “Rocking Around the Christmas Tree”.
Now we are less than one month to Christmas. It seems a bit like being at the high spot on a roller coaster ride and we are about to begin a crazy ride down to the big day – which for my family seems to be Christmas Eve.
Maybe it is good that the busyness will sort of come to an end by Christmas morning. Maybe that day I will find some solitude to sit and contemplate the magnitude of the gift we were given by God.
I am in Saskatoon visiting (under the guise of helping out) my son, daughter in law and grandchildren. Last night I had three grandchildren in one room at the same time. A bit overwhelming for a grandmother. And it was not as if I could get one picture of the grandchildren at once. Kieran is now at the age where he either poses in some ridiculous posture or will not allow anyone to photograph him at all. The two young ones co-operate well. They can’t get away yet.
We are going to have a fun time all together at Christmas!
Children laugh with such abandon. Their whole bodies laugh and we feel some of what must be intense pleasure for them as we watch.
I wish I could let go and laugh like that. Sometimes I do but not often enough. I am too restrained so I laugh with politeness and reservation.
Maybe this weekend Kieran and I will do some laughing.
For this laughter is an acknowledgment that you are a human being, an acknowledgment that is itself the beginning of an acknowledgment of God. For how else is a person to acknowledge God except through admitting in his life and by means of his life that he himself is not God but a creature that has his times – a time to weep and a time to laugh, and the one is not the other. A praising of God is what laughter is, because it lets a human being be human.
( Karl Rahner, The Content of Faith p 149 as quoted in Thirsty For God by Bradley P. Holt p. 144)
I must correct the name – Nea Leah-Marie Lanoie – is the correct version.
And here she is; fresh and new and beautiful.
Neah Marie Lanoie was born just a little while ago. David called with the news. 7lbs7oz. I have no idea how long.
I have a grand daughter!!
And to tell you the truth she has the nickname I had as an itty bitty thing. Dad always called me “Neah” (as in nay-ah). I guess one of my verbally challenged siblings couldn’t handle the Lin part of my name.
So please God – give me a safe trip as I go down to see this new marvel that has just entered our lives.
This morning I made it to work through the snow and arrived at the office to find that the parking lot had not been cleared. We have lots of snow! It needs to be cleared.
I made a note to myself to phone and find out what is going on about the snow removal. Before I got a chance to call, I got a call. My first assumption was that it had something to do with the snow.
Surprise! My son was calling to let me know that they were on their way to the hospital. Annette decided to go into labour on her own but still needs that c-section I believe. Her last trial at labour was not successful and since her c-section was scheduled for Thursday, I can’t imagine them letting her do another trial of labour. I can’t imagine her wanting to actually.
So I believe we will have another grandchild by the end of the day.
I hope the roads are clear ’cause I am on the road to Saskatoon as soon as I am done here at the office.
Oh, yeah. Dave has the Bobcat down in S’toon. His partner may have some heavy shoveling to do today.