Easter Wednesday

The journey through the Psalms is complete. It ended on the plane ride on the return flight from Oklahoma City and the "Reclaiming the Gospel of Peace" Conference. After two whirlwind days of speaking with the church's emerging voice about gun violence, I read/walked through the last 25 psalms to soak in all my recent experiences. I read the Ascent Psalms that the pilgrims sang as they climbed the final hill to the gates of Jerusalem. I stood at my own gates of the City of God when Holy Week began. Martin Smith when he was a brother at the Society of St. John the Evangelist wrote that Lent was trying to drink from a waterfall with a tiny cup. My Lent Journey of the Psalms was my waterfall but God filled the tiny cup I had by guiding me each day to stand on a ledge by a different place of the thundering water. When the torrent of the rushing baptismal river began in Holy Week, at least my feet and clothes were already wet with the spray of God and I was ready. Now it is Easter Wednesday. Time is lay in warmth of the light God created, to feel the freshness of my skin that mirrors the freshness of my soul, to touch the cold rocks of my hardened places of my heart warming to the heat surge of new life around me, and, to listen to the rush of the water knowing that is there to carry me to a new life with God.