A Walk in the Park

As glowing orange globe
descends in evening sky
Spirit’s presence hangs
heavy in Summer’s air.

Breath lengthens in response
to thick air blanketing earth
smoldering scents of
mulch, prairie flowers, leaves.

Six perfectly spaced
cottontails in zigzag
formation like a flag corp
soon to begin their routine.

Seven lovely ladies
in floral dresses settle
onto blanket poised for
tea and melted chocolates.

Nature’s perfected
energy heats up and I know
“If to perspire is to feel alive”
I am dripping with life!

Exodus 2:2-10 (CEB) Moses’ Birth

Now a man from Levi’s household married a Levite woman. The woman became pregnant and gave birth to a son. She saw that the baby was healthy and beautiful, so she hid him for three months. When she couldn’t hide him any longer, she took a reed basket and sealed it up with black tar. She put the child in the basket and set the basket among the reeds at the riverbank. The baby’s older sister stood watch nearby to see what would happen to him.
Pharaoh’s daughter came down to bathe in the river, while her women servants walked along beside the river. She saw the basket among the reeds, and she sent one of her servants to bring it to her. When she opened it, she saw the child. The boy was crying, and she felt sorry for him. She said, “This must be one of the Hebrews’ children.”
Then the baby’s sister said to Pharaoh’s daughter, “Would you like me to go and find one of the Hebrew women to nurse the child for you?”
Pharaoh’s daughter agreed, “Yes, do that.” So, the girl went and called the child’s mother. Pharaoh’s daughter said to her, “Take this child and nurse it for me, and I’ll pay you for your work.” So, the woman took the child and nursed it. After the child had grown up, she brought him back to Pharaoh’s daughter, who adopted him as her son. She named him Moses, “because,” she said, “I pulled him out[ of the water.”


Forever Youthful Soul

Over a few days this past week, we went from nearly shivering to sweating. Last Friday the genius Bell Canto Duo held another concert in our church courtyard. The temperature and humidity dropped, and attendees could be seen scurrying to their cars in hopes of finding a jacket or blanket to cover up with. It was a perfect evening of hearing mysterious music with friends! Some were still glowing from their experience when coming to worship on Sunday morning.
Dear ones, what will you choose to be attentive to this moment of the day? They say that it is not chronological age that matters. It is cultivating a sense of wonder that opens our hearts to God within.
Read the story of Moses’ birth in Exodus with a sense of awe at what our Creator has done when everything seemed hopeless. Be amazed at the ways God has worked in your lifetimes . Stir up good memories, then share your stories of the Spirit leading you to newness. You might be surprised at how another may find direction and comfort by listening to you.
May God bless you with a sense of wonder for each day, and your soul will be kept forever young.

Rev. Marta Wheeler