The Saturday Blessing
The Cathedral of the New
Maybe your week didn’t look like a cathedral. Maybe it looked like a pile of bills, a sink full of dishes, and a brain that wouldn’t stop spinning. Maybe the only “pew” you sat in was the driver’s seat of your car.
Here is the truth we’ve sat with all week: God isn’t waiting for you to find a “holy” place to meet Him. He’s already in the un-holy places with you. He is the God of the garden, the God of the hallway, and the God of the Saturday morning chaos. You don’t have to travel to find Sanctuary; you just have to realize you’re standing in it.
The Blessing
A Blessing for the Sanctuary Without Walls
May you find an altar in your ordinary today. May you hear the Divine whisper in the hum of the dryer and the quiet of the morning air.
When the “shoulds” try to pull you back into performance, May you remember that you are a temple, not a tourist. You do not need a steeple to be seen; You do not need a polished face to be loved.
May your blue chair be a pew, Your kitchen be a cathedral, and your honest breath be a worship service.
Rest easy tonight, knowing that the God who met Moses in the dirt is the same God meeting you in the mess.
Amen.Blessings are meant to be passed on. If these words brought you a bit of peace, would you consider forwarding this email to one person in your life who is currently sorting through their own 'religious clutter'?
