My welfare cases visit each day. They flutter about the bird feeders gathering one seed at a time. Their activity is rhythmic. I've noticed that the flight paths and hop-ways are repeated, with the same twig serving as the staging area...the same niche in the tree the place where the treasure is set free from the kernel.
Daily prayer can reveal a similar rhythm. I arrive at pretty much the same hour, sit in the same chair, open the same Bible and write in the same journal. As I live out the Advent Practice of reading scripture and allowing intentional time for meditation and reflection I have been blessed with bits of understanding that nourish me in the deepest regions of my being.
I am reminded this morning of the teaching of a 13th Century monk, Brother Giles. He envisioned God as a "great mountain of corn from which man, like a sparrow, takes a grain of wheat. Yet event that grain of wheat, which is a much as we can carry away, contains all the essentials of our life. We are to carry it carefully and eat it gratefully: remembering with awe the majesty of the mountain from which it comes."
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