A writer tells me the only thing a writer needs is a deadline and a person eager to receive what has been written. And so, I invite those of you who have urged me to create a web site, to publish sermons, and to write, to receive these words. Perhaps getting started is the hard part. There is something about putting my words into cyberspace that fills me with fear and doubt.  What do I have to add to all the words that have already been written?  Do I need yet another way to make myself vulnerable? Isn’t preaching every week enough? But folks keep telling me I have something to share.  So let us begin.

After shoveling the drifts after the blizzard, I fell into the snow drift and moved legs and arms to make an angel. The snow held me up and embraced my body. The sun shone warm on my face.  In her book, The Wisdom Jesus, Cynthia Bourgeault, writes that Jesus was always emptying himself. Jesus went into the wilderness, ate with the sinners, and hung on the cross. We tend to think of spirituality as going up and reaching for the clouds or the stars, but Jesus went down to earth.

And so I wonder, what if we simply let the ground hold us up?  What if God is, indeed, the ground of our being, holding us up when we dare to fall into God’s arms?

On Sunday, my sermon will have something to do with falling down to God, wandering in the wilderness, and prayer. I look forward to seeing how it comes together. See you soon,

Nancy