the maker of heaven and earth.
The angels of God guard us through the night,
to lead us to peace and to glory.
It is but lost labour that we haste to rise up early,
and so late take our rest, and eat the bread of anxiety.
For those beloved of God are given gifts
even while they sleep.
So began the liturgy for Hear the Silence, a bit of an experiment in contemplative worship. Go back and read it again, slowly; let it sink in.
I’ve already posted some thoughts on the event elsewhere under the title “Table-thoughts: Meatloaf, Friendship, & Jesus.” My thoughts there are on being filled — which is of course a marked contrast to the “bread of anxiety” which may be filling, but it’s of a whole different nature. The “elsewhere” I’ve posted in this case is on a new blog I’ve set up for our little community here in Winnipeg… there seemed to be enough interest in posting occasionally to support a group blog, so we’ll see how that develops. There are some good thinkers in our group with some great perspectives, and I’m hoping they will start to come through in blog form. I will continue to do the bulk of my posting here, of course. Drop by Basin & Towel and take a peek… you can use the inaugural post for any general comments or to urge Missional Chickie and others to start posting (especially for those of you who know us!).