May 6, 2012
Yesterday was World Labyrinth Day. I appreciate and enjoy walking a labyrinth, but a
celebration is NOT something that would attract my attention—or
attendance. Yet there I was, all
day, at the event at St. Francis.
It was a holy and perfect day… watching church members enjoying the results of their
planning and hard work, noticing the changes in them as they’ve grown this past
year, walking and talking with a colleague, commandeering a rocking chair in
the shade. Hawks nesting high up
in a tree. Laughter. Silence. Prayer.
Sunshine. Blooming lilies
orange and white, colorful flowers against green foliage, trees lush with
leaves and wildlife.
The day was beautiful, but walking the labyrinth with several other people is quite different from walking it alone or with one or two others. When I walk alone I realize how much the walk is like my life as a Christian. I begin the walk in prayer and contemplation. Then my mind wanders off to worry about getting home in time to fix dinner. I shake myself and come back to focusing on prayers, and without even realizing it, I'm trying to figure when I can clean my house. And so the walk goes. It's the other people around me in this church community that are showing me how to lengthen those times of prayer and reflection. And I thank God for the blessing of community.
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