Good morning, Ladies! I'm headed home from Montana today. Yikes, it seems like I've been away forever. I love going back to Tennessee and my family and my dogs and my kitty and my lake and my life there. But good-byes are are hard for me and always have been. Tears are guaranteed when I have to hug someone and say, "I'll miss you --" like the sister-in-Christ you see here, who has shared Bozeman, Montana with me. Like I had to with old friends and new when I left the Castle and when I boarded the plane in Colorado Springs for my adventure at the sheep ranch. There's a line in a song I love called "Life is a Church" by Marcus Hummon, that talks about going to a funeral with his son: "My little boy asks me, 'Does good-bye always hurt?'"
For me, it usually does.
And then that hurt turns to sweet memories and then to a deep gratitude that I know such people and have had such experiences with them and that now I'm changed because I've been in their presence.
That brings us back to the subject we all shared so deeply before I left home. The presence of God and what that looks like. We've talked about what it sounds like and how it's transmitted through the cloud of witnesses that surrounds us and supports us and keeps us from making complete morons out of ourselves. We've discussed where it makes itself known most vividly.
And here we are, at the end of the journey you've taken with me these last two weeks. We're in the presence of God and one another. It feels warm and safe. But as Alisha has shown us, it isn't only about what we feel but what we know. SO . . .
If you want to comment today, tell us what you now KNOW about the presence of God in your life. I'll tell you what I know. I know that YOU are the body of Christ.