Out of a Building

Tomorrow the church year begins in earnest. Not that God is on vacation during the summer, but everything winds down a bit. Hot weather and vacations thin the numbers.

I recall a summer service in a National Park. Hymns were printed out on mimeographed sheets and the college age leaders provided guitar accompaniment. Then we listened to the silence. Odd how it felt as if within the quiet we all began to breathe in unison.

Within that space we heard God's ruah-- breath, spirit. Our silence and the setting released us from the ordinary and catapulted us into holy space.