d to Western New York state again to be join Dianne after her mother's recent death. It has been hard for us both to be apart during this time so it was a joy to see and hold her again. Today the wider family - three sisters ALL of whom are clergy - will do some thinking and planning about the upcoming memorial service. These words came to me...The rhythm of life for a kingdom dweller puts chronos in service of kairos, the cyclical in service of the directional, the calendar in service of the kingdom... As we submit our anarchy to a rhythm, in a sort of earthy, mystical way, all of life is lived lucidly, intentionally and to the glory of God. Every washing becomes a baptism; every eating a communion. Every sleeping becomes a dying and every rising a resurrection. (Kenneth Gottman)
I once read that William Stringfellow never used to say table grace when he had dinner guests because, "I've prayed over this food the entire time I was cooking it - showering it with love - in anticipation of the feast." I love this sacramental way of living and hope to claim it more deeply as yet another death awakens me to the short, sweetness of life.
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