We Dig September!

September.  Yes, I know.  Already.  I feel like I’m being sucked into a time tornado and everything is speeding up and wildly out of control.

I love the fall, but there’s something about early September that just sets my teeth on edge. All those wretched flyers and signs in all the stores reminding you it’s “Back to School!” like it’s somehow a good thing!  Suddenly everything from a pair of socks to a toaster is a “back to school deal”.  It’s horribly depressing to see time marked out in such a way – as soon as ‘back to school’ is over it will be ‘Halloween special’ then ‘Thanksgiving savings’ and then the seemingly infinite “Countdown to Christmas”.  I just want to pause and breathe and be and somehow slow this whole thing down to a manageable pace.  I feel like I’m on a treadmill set to ‘ludicrous speed’ and no matter how much I stagger, flail and try to propel myself forward I know in my heart I’m going down, I’m going down spectacularly hard and very, very soon.

Yup, that's the kind of thing...

Yup, that's the kind of thing...

But there is such enormous peace to be found too.  It’s such a blessing to me to come to work and literally be in a sanctuary.  All Saints is a rock to climb on for an escape from the maelstrom of rushing, tumbling waters, a place to catch your breath, to rest and recharge.  The rhythm of the liturgy and the form of the Anglican service gives the same kind of relief as finding a well-trodden path in a primeval forest.

This week Doug has been working outside on the area for the new ramp (when he could tear Elizabeth away from the digger).  He’s brought in the heavy machinery and cleared the space, filled the holes and removed tangled roots in preparation for laying the foundation for easy access for all.  This is what we do when we worship each Sunday.  We take the time to allow God to prepare our hearts and give us a solid base for all we do in the week to come and as we return again and again the layers build up and provide a clear path to God’s glory for anyone in need of his protection and love.

Doug dug a holy hole

Doug dug a holy hole

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