Routines and interruptions

The church I now attend is not liturgical, so last night I planned to attend a Good Friday service with a friend at a different church. Growing up in a liturgical church, the Good Friday service was part of the yearly routines that make up the church seasons and was always a special time. As it turns out, we arrived just as the service was ending. The time on the web-site had been wrong. In leaving, several folks mentioned how meaningful the service had been and you could tell that our Father had been speaking. So why did I have to miss out? But the truth is, I didn’t. As I had been driving in I had been very much aware of the clouds, dark and foreboding, the wind was blowing and that sense of a storm brewing – it reminded me of what that day must have been like. Through out the day I had been aware of the significance of that day – and that what was accomplished on that day is done, for all time – it’s finished and I am free. As I sit here this morning I see how our Father is ALWAYS speaking, if we just learn to listen – He speaks in the routines and in the interruptions of life. He speaks in the ordinary and in the extraordinary and is not limited by anything except a heart that refuses to listen. I’m listening Lord!