Candlemas told us that we, too, held the light of the world:
We see the first sprigs of Spring and feel a stirring of hope.
And yet, we worry: what if we are too old and withered for the task at hand?
Our deepest worry: what if it is too late for us?
But God reminds us that we are clay, never too late to be shaped:
If our hearts are made of glass, the light can shine through them and illuminate us all:
Our God can take any broken and abandoned metal and turn it into a new creation:
pause for silent prayer
6 months ago