Now that it is rainy and green, with thunder in the distance, it really feels like spring. It occurs to me, five years after leaving parish ministry, I am now more able fully to inhabit my vocation as a priest, with deep thanks and appreciation for those who have held it precious for me in the meantime (for Steve, Jeff, two Georges, and others, too many to name, including some I do not know). God is a saver. Indeed. I am grateful.
God is a saver.
He does not throw anything
Away.
She finds a use for every little thing,
Every big thing.
God is a saver.
Sometimes we are that little piece of string
From the twine ball,
The string which wraps around
The porch column,
Something for the clematis to grab.
Sometimes we are the twist tie
From the now-empty bag of bread.
We help the tomato plant
Grow on the trellis.
God is a saver.
He does not throw anything away
Nothing big
Nothing small
Nothing.
God is a saver.
She is creative.
She finds a good use for every one
And every thing.
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