March Madness? Spring?
Perhaps those things and much more but
now we weary travelers gather in front of the hearth awaiting the passing of
this storm within and throughout Creation; a tsunami of classes, papers,
reading and sleepless nights. We are released from the endless pasted smiles on
our faces flowing down neatly cobbled hallways exchanging stories and baring
our souls for strangers. We huddle in
darkened corners at stout carved wooden tables, mumbling and rearranging our
futures with “So what are my top three choices again?” and “Do I really want to
spend a year here?”
Meanwhile, the waterfalls have begun to
open and push life forth as the Seniors are finding out now what Synod will be
welcoming them and where they will be calling home. It is a shift in the
atmosphere for many of us-we as Middlers/Interriddlers struggling over endless
bridges of classes, trying to keep focused all the while realizing that in six
weeks those doors will burst forth, opening us a new journey-and the Holy Spirit
leading the way with a smile, in Her pink sandals cheering us along, calling out "You are a child of God!"
For now, we are hopeful for days that
fill the skies with warmth and our afternoons playing volleyball, stretching
out in the sun; in this Lenten season, we await that Sunday morning where the Sun will appear a bit different to our gaze but our souls will dances as fragile flames rejoicing at the coming of something phenomenal, something counter-cultural.
Lape Bondye, God's Peace.
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