Friday, February 9, 2007

CHANGE HAPPENS

We met for the first time this evening. We huddled together in the confines of a classroom with tables pushed to the periphery and our chairs hauled together in a circle in the classroom. We sat nervously with notebooks and pens balanced on our knees, waiting to record the event. What happened for the next five hours defied note-taking.

Sure, there were Xeroxed articles and time tested charts and diagrams, but what happened in that classroom can't be witnessed in class notes or in essays to be graded.
What happened in that classroom was not scribbled on paper, but written on my heart. I would like to share what I learned, but that is not possible right now. It is still settling, taking up residence in my thoughts, moving into and out of my consciousness, and reappearing in my mind as icons hanging on the walls of that place I go to to pray.

God is in this work. God is with us and in us and making a new creation in this place and in these persons. Preparing to retire for the evening in preparation for the work of tomorrow, I am offering prayers of thanksgiving for these people and this place.

I look at all that God has created and know in my heart that it is good.