All my life has been a relearning to pray-a letting go of incantational magic, petition, and the vain repitition “me, Lord, me” instead watching attentively for the light that burns at the center of every star, every cell, every living creature, every human heart. (Chet Raymo)
There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun. (Thomas Merton)
In the late 1980's when my children were young, I traveled on the train overnight to a conference on children and spirituality. It occurred over the first several days of November. On the evening of November 1, All Saints' Day, we were gathered in the chapel of the seminary where we were meeting. This space was built in the 1920's and featured quantities of dark oak and stained glass. Everyone received a simple wreath for their heads made of gold garland. In the candle lit chapel our head wreaths were glowing. That is the single specific recollection I have of that meeting, a room with light blazing from our heads. It mattered that we were together. The light grew because there were many of us.
What would it be like if you and I were aware of the potential light we have to radiate wherever we are? How might the world be different if we recognized similar light in one another and in all that surrounds us? Light is life and energy. It fills us with hope, protects us, and allows us to see. Our light is a gift for us to give; similarly it is an offering sent in our direction. We can become light, name light, and send forth light. We face so much that is dark, dreary, and dangerous. Bearing light together is a powerful witness to what might sustain us all.
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