January 27, 2021
Dear St. Paul’s Family,
Yesterday morning was amazing, with ice glittering one the surfaces of branches, railings, and blades of grass. Kiko and I made our way on the grass to the curb first thing in the morning to get the paper, and it felt almost as if we were walking on the tops of the blades of frozen grass. Later in the morning I looked at the birdfeeders outside the kitchen window. A male cardinal seemed to be standing sentry on the ground while sparrows ate their fill of seeds. I glanced upward at the ice-crowned branches of the maple tree, and notices tiny little ice cycles hanging bravely from their undersides. Each ice cycle was a miracle of water, freezing temperatures, and gravity, formed as individual drops of water began their slide to earth, only to be slowed and stopped at the tip.
There is something liminal about that drop of water, hanging on the tip of the ice cycle, waiting for what comes next. And in that drop is a tiny bit of eternity. Lucy Larcom writes, “A drop of water, if it could write out its own history, would explain the universe to us.” Each drop is composed of over 6 x 1023 molecules, which is 602 followed by 21 zeros – a sextillion. And only God knows where each of those molecules has travelled over millennia.
It is so easy to take things for granted, to stop noticing drops of water, until there is a drought, or you are parched. But for one moment this morning, that drop became a window into God’s immensity, hanging on our maple tree. I suspect that Jesus paid attention to nature. Some of his most comforting teachings come from simple things, sparrows, lilies, a single hair on our head. ~ Anne
PS – as I wrote this, I glanced out the window and spotted three male cardinals, which to me are signs of blessing – a trinity right in the back yard.
These meditations are provided as a ministry in this time of pandemic as a ministry of St. Paul’s United Church of Christ.