Today's Lectionary Text
A Realization of Time
What if there were no markers of time?
Would we pay more attention to our
If there was no one to compare our age
In keeping minds and bodies busy
Time is a construct of humans, and years
Lord, our Lord, how majestic
From the mouths of nursing babies
When I look up at your skies,
You’ve made them only slightly less than divine,
You’ve let them rule over your handiwork,
Looking around the sanctuary on Sunday mornings, I am impressed with people who are in their nineties and still able to attend worship, continue volunteering as an usher, garden, lead an exercise class, and use computers with ease. Even so, I am aware of many who are decades younger who struggle to walk and talk at the same time because of breathing difficulties.
I call myself a late bloomer because of graduating from college when sixty years old. Although I had a broader understanding of life, in comparison to many of the twenty-year-old students, we were all there to learn from one another. Not a day goes by without learning something. It may as simple as figuring out new chords on my dulcimer, learning a new language, or trying a new recipe. The best days are when I hear someone give an account of how God has been faithful to them when most needed and least expected.
Wherever you find yourself on the spectrum of life, enjoy the wonder and majesty of our Creator and in special relationships with friends and family, pets, and others.
We give thanks for you and pray for God’s love and peace, strength and wonder to uphold you.
-Rev. Marta Wheeler
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