I think that of all people of all time I am blessed. God is so good to me.
Here I am sitting in my studio, hearing my partner and son singing upstairs, I’m surrounded by great books, and art. Augie March is playing and candles are burning, laundry is waiting for me to fold it, I have the gift of time to prayerfully study and give voice to a burgeoning post-critical-relational-ecclesiology, and I have a community to walk through life with.
I love my Christ-community, they continue to be life for me in ways that I can never even describe for them, in ways that I don’t even know myself.
Why have I are I so blessed? I can’t help but wonder if my “blessings” have come at the expense of others, and how I might grow in greater awareness of the impact of my life and my blessings. And how can I be present with this gift? How might I steward it wisely? How might I extend it to others?
In moments of gratitude I feel so connected with the great cloud of witnesses who have come before, and conscious that I too am part of the connection, thus all I am, say, and do impacts those around me and those who will come after me.
Peace, dwight
