In the Blink of an Eye

It’s not a world class photograph. I just stepped out my back door, sat behind the Burning Bush looking to the west over my neighbors arbor toward a tree that looks like it’s on fire when the sun hits it. And if you look carefully you will notice the barren branches visible between the splashes of red and yellow – the leave-less vines, the stark gray outline of limbs now naked in the late autumn.

Things change quickly – from warm to cool, from green to brown and gray. Things change from safety to fear in the little time it takes to put a KKK poster in the mailbox of a person of color. In the blink of an eye we go from good health to ill, from financially stable to not-so-sure. And with the Feast of All Saints and All Souls still large in the rear view mirror of our week, many know how sudden and final death can be, no matter how long it takes for a loved one to die.

In the blink of an eye the long, endless days of childhood and the days of energized youth become a memory. The autumn of the year invites introspection. The waning sunlight suggests maybe it is time to take stock of our lives, batten down the hatches and sit still for a season.

Maybe we can take a bit of time not just to blink, but to close our eyes and keep them closed long enough for a little peace to settle in.

A blessed Tuesday

 

Mark Demers

Want to talk about sex, politics, spirituality? So do I. I grew up in a religious home in the 1950’s and 1960’s. Our country was reeling from assassinations and the devastation of the Viet Nam War. Looking for something beautiful, I got a degree in music, married the love of my life and had children. Looking for God, I then went to seminary. Looking for something that might transform the world, I became a local church pastor. Now, I’m always looking for people who want to talk about important things. I cherish conversations with emerging leaders, people who are antsy to try an idea they believe would change the world for the better. I’d would love to hear from you.