Today is Trinity Sunday, and in the church’s calendar the long weeks of Ordinary Time begin. This is a time I love, beyond the reach of high days and festivals, stretch the days in which we spend most of our lives – ordinary time. So can something new emerge?

Writing prompt: “Thus says God, the LORD, who created the heavens and stretched them out,
who spread out the earth and what comes from it, who gives breath to
the people upon it and spirit to those who walk in it: “I am the LORD, that is
my name. The former things have come to pass, and new things I now declare;
before they spring forth, I tell you of them.” (Isaiah 42:5 and 8-9, NRSV)

Even as we forget to look and notice, even as we tax our brains with the mathematics of Trinity and seek the words to pin God in place. Even as we treat the world as if it’s ours to push around and bend into our ways. Even as, too fascinated with ourselves, we lack the time to stop and be still …may we find the words spoken for us, to us.. becoming new for us again:
Holy, holy, holy ..
All around us may we discover the language of God: on mountain track, in meadow grass, in blossoming chestnut tree, with blackbird melody, soaring kite and garden pond. In friends, enemies, family, strangers, neighbours – in tragedy, joy, despair, the unfolding of each day, may we know the God-ness of God:
Holy, holy, holy ..
In medieval church, in hall church, at home and work and school and street, when we feel lost, when joy and hope seem out of reach, across all the thresholds of our lives, in care of others and of ourselves, even so may holiness rub off on us, whisper to us, shine through us, in all the moments of our days.
Holy, holy, holy ..

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The horse chestnut tree outside my house in full May blossom.

The horse chestnut tree outside my house in full May blossom.

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