light

I have to admit, it's been hard to blog lately. The closer we get as a little community, the more personal our revelations and experiences of growth become...and it's hard to know how to blog about things so personal.

We've been up to alot since my last post. We've been communicating about the possibility of a community garden; we created a side-walk chalk display to welcome the elementary students into summer vacation; we've continued to have art nights, electric-free nights, and worship nights together as well.

Add to that list the Taize service that Annie and Christine put together...

I find myself so speechless when it comes to reflecting on a service like the Taize service Annie and Christine put together. In a blog not too long ago I talked about the importance of conversation...well...the Taize service brings to surface the importance of its absence. There's something hauntingly effective about stripping fellowship of the small-talk and warm greetings that usually bless it, and simply sitting with a body of people to experience something as a group, and yet not necessarily to reflect on it as a group. (Isn't it just like Christ to show up in totally opposite sorts of experiences?) I've most definitely seen Christ through conversation but for too often I forget to meet him in the wonderings of my own internal thoughts or the words others have written in song years ago.

As we sang and listened about Christ as light...
I watched the colors of the stained glass window change as the light outside changed with what i guessed was the passing of clouds over the sun. The light out there was kinetic with life: moving and swelling in its intensity. The window was merely a vessel with which the living light could color the world.
There's an analogy in there I think...though unrefined.
If I could be a stained glass window pointing to the life in Christ's light, I think that I could name that my greatest achievement in this life so far.