Wednesday's thoughts
Every Tuesday Pam Everhart designs a meditation for the staff and anyone else who's in the building in the Chapel. She usually puts out something for us to read and has arranged to have music playing in the background. We attend and there is no expectation that we would interact. It's primarily for the purpose of being together with our own thoughts and thinking about the day, the week, and the world.
This past Tuesday she had arranged the altar with the Bible open and right under the suspended cross. There were candles burning; two of them. The oil in the candles was gradually running out and the flame was growing smaller and smaller.
There was a small figure on the altar. It was a person with arms outstretched. I imagined it was Jesus. I think that's who it was supposed to be. There was a face but there were no markings for a face. It was 'faceless' in a way. No mouth, no nose, ears, lips, or eyes were evident.
Outside the Chapel they were running machinery to level the ground for the columbarium. At one point while I and others were sitting in the Chapel listening to the music and thinking our sweet thoughts one of the pieces of equipment rammed the Chapel.
I looked up at the small figure on the altar; the one that had no face, and I'm sure I saw it. It was as real as anything. It was clear to me. Jesus was smiling.
In our efforts to prepare, knowing that we can never be altogether prepared, we each may imagine Jesus smiling at us.
We will work hard, and there could be a time in which we see Jesus smiling (metaphorically) and saying to us, "Relax".
Can you add to this story; this epiphany?
Write me at charlesschuster@fcfumc.net ----click on the spot to the left if the email address does not appear.
Click on the "comments" box (if it is below) and others can see your comments.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Charles Schuster
This past Tuesday she had arranged the altar with the Bible open and right under the suspended cross. There were candles burning; two of them. The oil in the candles was gradually running out and the flame was growing smaller and smaller.
There was a small figure on the altar. It was a person with arms outstretched. I imagined it was Jesus. I think that's who it was supposed to be. There was a face but there were no markings for a face. It was 'faceless' in a way. No mouth, no nose, ears, lips, or eyes were evident.
Outside the Chapel they were running machinery to level the ground for the columbarium. At one point while I and others were sitting in the Chapel listening to the music and thinking our sweet thoughts one of the pieces of equipment rammed the Chapel.
I looked up at the small figure on the altar; the one that had no face, and I'm sure I saw it. It was as real as anything. It was clear to me. Jesus was smiling.
In our efforts to prepare, knowing that we can never be altogether prepared, we each may imagine Jesus smiling at us.
We will work hard, and there could be a time in which we see Jesus smiling (metaphorically) and saying to us, "Relax".
Can you add to this story; this epiphany?
Write me at charlesschuster@fcfumc.net ----click on the spot to the left if the email address does not appear.
Click on the "comments" box (if it is below) and others can see your comments.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Charles Schuster
