The parking lot light, vibrant against the white sanctuary and red canna lillies.
The fields all around turned copper and rugged and sounding like the sea.
And the toddlers fisting puzzle pieces, cap-less markers, and Goldfish. All at once.
These are reflections on life at the parsonage in Zion.
Simple moments in between where we sink into the convergence of heaven and earth.
May we dwell in this together. Amen.
“You are the God who sees me— El Roi. For I have now seen the One who sees me.”
Hagar births a new understanding of this Yahweh for all of us.
And with the turning of keys, I know that this place cannot be owned, only inhabited. You can only dwell here. Not possess. But fill.
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