I love when I have the house to myself, when quiet embraces me and the only sound is the steady ticking of the mantle clock. Last night, school was cancelled for today, and so this morning, my boys sleep in. I set the alarm for Jeff, but when he rose, I let myself slip back into sleep, wanting to wake gentle into the day for a change. Even in my dreaming I knew the precise moment when the snow began to fall. The quiet house became all the more muted, and the silence awakened me. I wrapped the stillness around me like a blanket, lit a candle, and stepped into the morning.
It is eleven degrees and a thin film of white has been drifting down for two hours now. I have been reading and letting Bonnie make my body her bed and we have been quite happy this way. What looked like a busy week may give way to the weather. We had planned on the Shrove Tuesday pancake supper, Ash Wednesday church services, Thursday evening Bible study … see how God changes things? It is all up in the air now and because it is, I am holding the calendar loosely. I wonder why I didn’t start out that way?
On Friday, I will drive to Pittsburgh for the Jubilee Conference, and I will get to see some of my friends from The High Calling. When I was doing my Bible study homework this morning, I “accidently” looked up the wrong scripture and landed in Leviticus 25, in the verses that outline the Year of Jubilee for the nation of Israel. I love these kinds of happy accidents and have learned how rabbit trails often are the Holy Spirit speaking. So this morning I read about the freeing of slaves, the return of property to its original owner, of the land resting fallow and I ponder what message these words have for me. The year of Jubilee was a reminder that all belongs to God and we are merely caretakers for a time. At the conference, I will be surrounded by young people who are trying to live out this belief. Every year it is the same—I get swept up in their youth and exuberance and am left happy and tired with a shining face. This message of stewardship is one I need to hear often, to loosen my grip on the things of the world. But this morning, it is the freeing of the slaves and indentured people what speak to me.
How often do the two go hand in hand? How often does our grip on the things of this world enslave us? This morning, the falling snow is my shofar, the trumpet horn that sounds the beginning of freedom.
I am letting go of the things I hold tightly today and opening my hands to jubilation.
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