Monday Rewrite: Steps

He walks through the streets, the lanes, the highways and tracks of our towns and cities and country places, in the imprints and trails we have made,  sometimes noticed sometimes not,  a journeyman, knowing the pains of this world, the wonders of the universe, seeing the great and the good, the bad and the ugly, looking for others walking his way, matching his steps to ours, slowing down for us, grit in the creases of his hands, sweat on his brow, nothing too insignificant, no one too small, no one too lost, no small pleasure or tiny triumph too meagre for him to miss, nothing overlooked, no tiny smile of joy passing him by, no shock too great, every sadness, every loss, every question reflected in the depth of his eyes, a wanderer with the greatest purpose, to be here, to be present, in the wreckage and ruins, in the chaos and caring, in life’s clatter and klaxons, in the moments of celebration and freedom, this journeyman, inviting us, strengthening us, lifting us, comforting us, inspiring us, offering us a hand so we might take another step, and find hope and a way to follow.

“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.” Matt 11.28-30

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  1. Senan of Somerset says:

    “Learn the unforced rhythms of grace”.
    My own faith has a heavy slant towards the Celtic. As a solitary, my church is in the woods, my confessional is in nature and I find worship in the crashing waves of the sea. Here I find the unforced rhythms of grace and is at heart of my faith. Thank you Dave.

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