I told Patsy one of my favorite verses and she gifted me with some of her lovely art. All the way from the Philippines.
She said it was a belated birthday gift but I grow younger when I look at it. I keep studying every detail, running my finger over its cool textures.
It makes me happy.
Patsy included some of my favorite things in this piece: birds, a tree, the sky…there is even a butterfly.
On Sunday my pastor preached on Psalm 23. She asked us to hear it as if we were reading it for the first time. And she painted a picture of the shepherd boy alone in the field…day in and day out. How the words he wove rose out of the earth he tended–how the scent of wool and grass and the spread of sky spoke God’s love over him.
He restores my soul...
I imagine the boy David–awake under a star-strewn sky–filled with wonder at what the Lord has done.
It reminds me of a word I learned in class this weekend: anamnesis. It’s the Greek word that names the remembering that characterizes the Eucharist. But in a more general sense, it reminds us how–through worship–we do not passively remember God’s deeds…we experience them. We enter into the Paschal mystery through worship.
That’s what Psalm 23 is for me. That’s what Patsy’s painting is too. A remembering now. A being with. An entering in.
Thank you, Patsy.
Thank you, Jesus.
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