There is freedom being immersed in Creation and as the
autumn enfolds before us, the blossoming of each dawn gives a new opportunity
before us to enjoy the majestic of summer’s mysteries. Autumn also brings the
return of the fast paced chaos that consumes our lives. Children return to the
routine of school, adults return to the normalcy of the world of work and we as
seminarians delve once more into our spiritual journeys. Sundays finds most of the middler class out
and about in our Ministry In Context church sites, learning about parish life
from a pastoral leader’s point of view. Our
MIC sites are the fork in our journey; an opportunity to explore parish life
outside of the safe bubble of our home congregations where we were perhaps always revered,
cherished or elevated to being complete strangers, introverted-learning from
the very beginning the complex systems of a congregation.
Gliding and navigating through the streets of Hyde Park on
an early quiet morning allowed my mind and spirit to dwell in a comforting
place of solitude. There was no crush of traffic, endless streaming noise of an
Ipod or MP3 or satellite radio; no words filling up the space between just the
realization that there is beauty if one allows themselves to ponder yet there
are places where Creation is in pain and calls out to us, God’s children to not
forget. There is a difference from riding through neat subdivisions in Chicago
Heights, IL as I bike ride to my MIC
church and riding through vast wastelands of emptiness, barren lots and
shuttered stores on the other side of Cottage Grove as I, this past Sunday was
out on an ecumenical assignment visiting a well known Episcopal Church not too
far from the “safe” bubble of Hyde Park.
And yet, there is no difference how God sees us, no
difference how His Love pours out showering us with mercy and grace, no
difference how His healing hands continually soothes within our souls.
God’s Peace.
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