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Thankful for #Dependence !
Today marks another year of celebration for America’s independence.
This year’s holiday morning, I woke early and before I knew it, I was walking up a paved hill to an unfamiliar yet greatly anticipated place.
I entered the small abbey where marble greets each visitor into its small darkened hall. In silence I sat as if returned to a womb. The quiet stillness cocooned me in reverence. I sat before our Father with a respect hidden deep within my soul.
One by one, silent guest squeaked their way inside the space. Their arrival was witnessed solely by the sound of their damp shoes caressing against the antique marble floor.
We all sat in silence amongst the statues of those who have gone before. As the figure of the Christ, himself, stood suspended at the place of redemption. The now shiny with gold solid figure stands in stillness, arms outstretched, on the old rugged cross.
The lights came on. The Mass was said. I vaguely remembered the unison of chants, repentance, and rites that were said. Before I knew it, the priest blessed me—instead of the bread—with a sign of the cross across my forehead. The service then ended. The priest exited in silence. But many linger in the silence as if longing for more in the stillness of the dark little abbey’s marble and wood crafted hall.
One by one, the squeaking sound informed us of another’s departure from this place. And a few moments later, my seat echoed like thunder during a midnight storm, as I stood from the thick wooden chapel’s pew and squeaked my way out the short darkened hallway.
The bright overcast gray sky startled my eyes as I walked through the small chapel’s thick solid wood large door to enter the outside. I walked my way back down the wet pavement’s steep hill. And I pondered the words recited by all during the brief morning’s service, “Give us this day our daily bread.” Yes, we asked for such provision as an exercise of acceptance of a need.
So, I joyfully thanked my Savior each time I greeted him this day of independence celebration. For the celebration of dependence is apropos in the land in which we insist, “In God We Trust.”
May we all thankfully celebrate our daily dependence upon our loving Father, Son, and especially His Holy Spirit.❤️
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