In our church, we’ve been joined since the summer by a student from Canada. This morning was her last Sunday with us, and as a parting gift she sang us a song. I’m pretty sure that I wasn’t the only person there who was completely caught off guard by the beauty of her voice as she sang of the anticipated coming of the Christ-child. Half way through I allowed myself a moment to look around the church: I saw faces quiet in meditation and appreciation of the beauty God gifted us for those few moments.
[...] Now in December, the pace has picked up over at The Mockingbird’s Leap as we’re practicing the attention that comes with being present in the world, the here and now. I’ve even been there already this afternoon. [...]