A steady, silent drizzle had left its glistening mark upon the landscape, as the morning rays of the sun peaked over the horizon. Moss and lichen bloomed thick on the gnarled limbs which lay on the saturated ground. Exotic fungi burst patterns and colors from soggy bark, which had lain bare just a few hours earlier. Herons perched in regal splendor on disintegrating stumps that rose from ripples.
In deep solitude, the breath of God brushed across and smiled upon this Sabbath morning. Remembrance of sacred text rose up to meet new light. Ancient words. Accounts of times, when Jesus took retreat from the masses -into deep Stillness. Jesus. God in human form, who raised people from the dead and spoke peace over the wild seas and walked on water. Surely, He could have zapped restoration into the frailty of his human form. Surely, He could have supernaturally pushed through, in the face of such great need. Surely.
Instead, He quietly slipped into solitude. Into Stillness. Leaving a holy example of the way by which humans find restoration and sacred clarity. Over and over again, He demonstrated the importance of heeding the call to Stillness.
Stepping Away from the noise.
Walking Into the realm of the still, small voice.
It is in the Stillness…where minds, which want to over analyze and rationalize and draw wrong conclusions, find crystal Truth. It is in the Stillness…where bodies, which succumb to the limitations of human frailty, find restoration. It is in the Stillness…where spirits, which yearn to remain at the Centre of all that is good, find the pathway to peace.
“Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.”
Words, chiseled by Love, in stone.
Grateful streams rose from the depths of my heart on this quiet Sabbath morning. Thankfulness -for ancient words, mostly lost on modernity that often rebels, missing the point…confusing the intention of Love with a skewed perception of stone-cold law. Gratitude- for divine compassion, which steers us away from chaos, drawing us deeply into grace. Into renewal. Into rest.
I stood on the shores of sacred ground, marveling at the perfect design, acutely aware of the purity of worship that springs from full realization of such a gift on this beautiful Sabbath Morning.