For me, faith has never been about duty or obligation. Faith is saying “Thank You” for life and for the undeserved gift and experience of grace. A faith community is a gathering of grateful people who say and sing in myriad ways, “How can we serve?” “How can we make a difference?”
Now in retirement, most Sundays are DONSA (“Days of No Scheduled Activities”). Yesterday’s Sunday School lesson about healing helped me reflect on our son’s decades with a disabling illness. Yesterday’s worship helped me explore giving and receiving forgiveness “seventy times seven.”
We heard Nikita Gill’s poem, “Hearts Like Wildflowers, Hearts Like Yours”: I hope you are blessed with a heart like a wildflower. Strong enough to rise again after being trampled upon, tough enough to weather the worst of the summer storms, and able to grow and flourish even in the most broken places.
From “In the broken places,” by Yi, Medium, March 28, 2019