BLESSEDMENAGERIE

I am in the final hours of my 71rst year. 

It has been a year like no other. Retirement, a mountain of medical catch up work, a cultural shift not easy to describe, and an often debilitating condition (advanced spinal stenosis) I had not planned for. Do we ever plan for them? No, of course not.

Only a few weeks ago I was in a bad way. The power of inertia is no small thing. I was stuck and  found it difficult to even leave my bed, drive to the store, or go to church.

Scripture is packed with stories of angels and emissaries that intervene, but look nothing like seraphim and cherubim of lore. Unbeknownst to them my blessed menagerie reached into the darkness, grabbed my hand, and said, ‘Come on. Let’s go.’ And in effect brought me through the liminal into a new and frankly exciting place of conversation, spiritual connection and mindfulness previously unknown to me.

You angels know who you are.  Thanks.

And some of you will be angels unaware today.  it may end up being the most important work of your day, perhaps your life.

Come on. Let’s go.