This week at
the Festival of Homiletics has been amazing—deep, rich, challenging, and so
much more. I have met new people. Last night, a new friend from England and I
continued sharing talk and stories. We had been brought together during an
impromptu prayer time in response to an incredibly vulnerable and healing
sermon by Nadia Bolz-Weber. My friend is a newish priest in the Church of
England, working fulltime in publishing, and caring for her husband who had a
stroke a few years ago. I shared a bit about my journey with Jeff through his
cancer and death.
Today, as the
prayers of the morning were shaped around a poem by John O’Donahue, I found
tears of grief winding their way down my cheeks, praying that Jeff has found
healing, and thankful for random moments of healing for me. I also prayed for other
relationships where conflict has seared “the ground between,” that I may be
gracious and able to find reconciliation in carrying the “chalice of our love.”
As there is no
place where God is not, grace abounds in the words, in the silence, in the
holding, in the letting go, in the broken heart, in the healing heart, and
every where we can see.
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