"...have you ever found God in church? I never did. I just found a bunch of folks hoping for him to show. Any God I ever felt in church I brought in with me. And I think all the other folks did too. They come to church to share God, not find God." ― Alice Walker, The Color Purple
"I've been missing you at church,"
a friend wrote, bringing me to tears.
"I hope you are still finding God near,"
she added, her words as gentle as summer rain.
No, I haven't been there lately,
but I have met God
at open mic night,
he told us he was autistic, he sang
an original song and strung his guitar,
God was in the crowd, too, listening hard,
God clapped long and loud when the music stopped.
God greeted my toddler from the garbage truck,
God cheered each batter at my oldest's baseball game,
God saw me with my hands full and opened up the gate.
God showed up in
pastel clouds over a shimmering sunset,
the heady scent of roses,
the first bite of a perfectly grilled burger,
strawberry shortcake, delivered by a neighbor,
Scripture scribbled on a postcard,
whispered apologies,
a prayer uttered over the phone,
cottonwood seeds drifting in the breeze,
in hugs and kisses from my children.
No, I haven't seen my friend at church.
"It's not a peaceful place for me right now,"
I told her. Yet,
as sure as the stars shine,
God's been reaching for me,
breathing goodness into everything,
wrapping me in God's gracious arms.
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