Thought for the week – 07.11.19

Iona Abbey

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The last week of October brought day after day of clear blue skies, sunshine, light winds.

What a joy at the time of year when Iona is often a grey and storm-tossed island.

Waking at first light, walking along the beach at sunrise. What a blessing; what a great start to the day.

As a church minister, I love to join with other Christians for worship and prayer and Bible study, but times of solitude in the beauty of creation are often the times when I feel closest to God, hearing His still, small voice, sometimes thinking through things which are on my mind, sometimes simply ‘being’.

Much of our church life is very wordy. Silence is golden, as the popular song of my younger days put it.

Here are some words from the writer Macrina Wiederkehr.

I stand at my window and watch one by one the stars all leave me.

I am having tea with the dawn.

The first ray of sun descending into my teacup, into my heart.

The steam of my tea ascending to the heavens, into God’s heart.

The yearning in my heart streaming to the heavens, into God’s heart.

And God, standing in the heavens, watching the sun rise in my heart leans down to breathe in the first rays of my yearning

and names it ‘Morning Prayer’.

From A Tree Full of Angels – Seeing the Holy in the Ordinary.

Reverend Joyce Watson, St Columba, Isle of Iona.