Sunday

Sunday morning - time to worship God.

For a sanctuary, the bluffs, the creamy light blue of Lake Michigan, so smooth you could hardly tell where water ended and sky began.

For a prelude, the cheerful song of birds, crickets, treefrogs.

As I pray, cool breezes waft my heart towards heaven.

For God's Word, Scriptures memorized in my youth come to mind. Hymns run through my head.

For a sermon, the very majesty of the world God created passing in front of my face.

For fellowship, various community members come to see the progress on the cliff, some stopping to chat, others standing alone, looking out over the water in awe.

For communion, a bottle of clear life-giving water.

For meditation, all the time in this world and beyond.

The very presence of God lingered, interwoven with moments of peace, tranquility, timelessness, prayer, being.

For a postlude, 2 orioles chirruping their way up the side of the cliff to their nest in a tree near the statue of the two disciples in their tiny boat, adrift on a fragrant sea of lavender petunias high above the lake, looking towards heaven, expecting.

Expecting, as I am, great things from God. Surely He is here, within and without, at work to do His will in my life and others.

A good day of worship.