June 29, 2025

Thursday evening … after worship … a few of us are talking about “life.” So many names in the prayer book. Lots of people struggling. Lots of anxiety because of all the tension int the world. Quietly she says: “This is my safe place.” I look at her: “I’m so grateful you feel this way. I want our humble temple to be a safe place.” The door is unlocked. The coffee is perkin’. The sun is rising across LaGrange Road. The only “ticket” you need to come in is your own humanity. And those of you who cannot be here … well, you are here. Your spirit … your generosity … your spiritual presence —— yes, you are with us. And when the time comes to gather at the altar for the Lord’s Supper … if you are not here …then wherever you are ——- that is your “altar.” Take a cracker …pour yourself a bit of juice or wine … break it … lift it up … and know that “the body and blood of Jesus” brings us all together. Yes, we are “safe” here. Free to be ourselves: perfect and imperfect, saint and sinner … and wherever our journey takes us today … there is a “higher power” holding us in the palm of his hand. Yes, I often feel fragile and weak … but in your in your hands, Lord, I am safe and strong. Love and peace to all —- Don