Psalm 139:6-10 reads, "Where shall I go from your Spirit? Where shall I flee from your presence? If I climb up to heaven you are there; if I make the grave my bed, you are there also. If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there your hand will lead me and your right hand hold me fast." The Psalmist reminds us that God is absorbed in all life. God shows up, even in the nooks and crannies of life.
We are in a transition time of the church. Easter reminds us that God shows up, even at the point of death, and brings forth new life. Pentecost, the season of the life of the Church, lies before us. Just as God breathed his Spirit into the life of the early Church, that same Spirit is breathed into the Church today. God shows up.
Dan and I are good friends although our rhythms are often different. Dan becomes consumed by his passion with the details in life. He especially becomes excited in nature. We went on a two-mile hike. Normally it would take me about 40 minutes, but with Dan it took about two hours. While towing along our sons he helped us identify many plants including poison ivy, woodbine, and leadplant. We noticed the distinguishing characteristics of many trees including basswood, silver maple, bur oak, black maple, and slippery elm. He shared how Indians used green ash for bow and arrows and how prairie cone flower's leaves are used for medicinal purposes. We ate wild raspberries and gooseberries. We gathered some smooth sumac seeds to make a Kool-Aid-like drink. All the time Dan pointed out to us how God's hand was at work through the remarkable variety of creation.
Dan is good medicine for me. He slows me down. He forces me to pause and notice the small and yet not really small events in life. Dan reminds me that whether it's in nature or in the brief encounters in life, God is active and alive far more than I understand. And, that often times our rhythm needs to be interrupted to remember that God's rhythm is among us. Wherever we are, God shows up.