Recently, Richard
Rohr in his morning devotional recently asked, “The spiritual question is
this: Does one’s life give any evidence of an encounter with God?” Those eleven words stopped me in my
tracks. For a few moments, I stared at
my computer screen as the lawyer who lives in my mind tried to rummage through
the art project called my life for some proof that God doesn’t just rent space
in my heart for an hour on Sunday, but permanently resides there.
For a few moments
the silence was awkward. Until, like a
child who has just been caught with a hand in the cookie jar, I began to
sputter a response.
“Well…I write
these devotionals,” I thought.
“And I have now
completed nine years at First Congregational UCC,” pause for applause, “that
means 460ish sermons, countless pastoral visits, and don’t forget all
the meetings!”
I was starting to
be on a roll.
“And I try to be a
loving husband, caring father, and good friend.”
Is that enough
evidence? I wondered.
But, perhaps the
evidence might not be anything internal, but the impact we have on others ~
much of which we may never know. When
people talk to me, do they sense that I am listening ~ or just pausing long
enough before I can make my point? Do people feel like they can be themselves,
their full authentic selves, around me?
Do I feel like I am being who God creates/crafts me to be in these
January days? Does God’s love flow forth
from me?
Can we hold Rohr’s
question close to our hearts this week? What does a life that has encountered
God sound like? Look like? Feel like?
Hold this question
with me…try not to do what I did…and race for a response. This is not just a question to answer, but
one to ask every day ~ throughout the day.
May you and I
continue find ways to let loose a love, peace, joy, and hope of God that is
renewed morning by morning ~ with the rising of the sun. May you and I continue to collaborate with
our Creator who longs to be embodied in you and me. May you and I find ways to conspire to be
lights in a world that longs for Christ’s presence in these days. Amen.
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