walking sightless among miracles

Days pass and the years vanish and we walk sightless among miracles. Lord, fill our eyes with seeing and our minds with knowing. Let there be moments when your Presence, like lightning, illuminates the darkness in which we walk. Help us to see, wherever we gaze, that the bush burns, unconsumed. And we, clay touched by God, will reach out for holiness and exclaim in wonder, “How filled with awe is this place and we did not know it.”
 ~prayer excerpted from My Grandfather’s Blessings, by Rachel Naomi Remen

“…we walk sightless among miracles.”

How true this is for so many of us so much of the time. We rush here and there, commuting to our jobs, doing the grocery shopping and the laundry, mowing the lawn, carpooling the kids. We rarely stop to look at the brilliant sunset above the parking lot or the rufus-sided towhee nesting in the shrubs next to the house. How many of us stop to think about the miracle of turning on the tap and filling our glass with water?

Of course we can’t stop every minute and stand in awe of everything we encounter. We would get nothing done. However, I think the compromise is to approach our days with a sense of reverence and awareness. Continue reading

wherever you go, there you are…

An old man was sitting on the porch of the general store when a young man from the city drove up. The young man got out of the car and walked up to the old man and said, “I’m thinking of moving to this town, old man. What’s it like living here?”

The old man took a pull on his pipe and asked, “Well, young man, what’s it like where you come from?” The young man scowled. “It’s a terrible place!” he grumbled. “The people are incredibly rude and unfriendly. I can’t wait to leave!”

The old man nodded his head. “I see. Well, that’s pretty much what it’d be like around here, too.”

The next day, another young man drove up and stopped at the general store. Continue reading