In addition to hardware stores, I also like post offices. Maybe not the mega-postal centers, but the older, smaller post offices. I like going in and picking out stamps, or deciding what might be the best way to send a particular package. I also like our mail box here at the house, with its kind of silly plastic red flag that can be raised and lowered. In short, I like mail.
A few days ago a friend sent me a birthday card. I immediately recognized her large, flowing handwriting. I knew there would be a very upbeat note inside,and I smiled. However, I did not immediately open the card, but rather tucked it in my purse. For a couple of days I simply savored the anticipation.
This morning, after lighting my candles and pouring my tea, I opened the card and read that cheery note. I then spent some time in gratitude for life and friendship. Grateful that there are simple rituals and things we can hold in our hands - thrift store tea cups, birthday cards, and even a dog's curly head. Even with all the greeting, preaching, and singing, so much of ministry is about touch - the gentle taking of a hand or touching a shoulder. Then, quietly letting God do the rest.
That which was from the beginning,
which we have heard,
which we have seen with our eyes,
which we have looked at
and our hands have touched -
this we proclaim concerning
the Word of life.
- 1 John:1
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