Steven said it best while we were in the canyon. After music, while we were all gathered, he said, “During our time together I have a feeling we are in for an embarrassment of riches …”
And that’s what it was. Each moment a shiny coin deposited in our hearts. Rich.
But during worship on Sunday before leaving—before driving back out of the canyon through the river and along that flat road to scatter to all different parts of the country—Marlon talked to us about the burning bush. The trees were on fire beneath the ridge behind him and he reminded us that we walk on holy ground. And our lives—my life—hold an embarrassment of riches.
I’m making the green bean casserole this morning and breaking bread with my beloveds this afternoon, friends. It will be a holy encounter. So this is what I’m praying for you: a happy, holy Thanksgiving. Because when we breathe in gratitude, God comes near. And each moment—each every day, ordinary moment—drips rich into the pool of our hearts.