We woke up in the dark to go moose hunting, but the rain was so relentless, decided against it. Moose are smart enough to hunker down in this weather. I went back to bed and slept until 7, and I was still so comfortable, up there under the eaves with the drumbeat on the tin roof and the flannel sheets and quilt and the dog now on Chip’s side of the bed, listening as he lit the fire and ground the coffee downstairs, that I turned on the radio for Krista Tippet’s “On Being” and stayed with it for an hour. She interviewed journalist Michel Martin. Near the end, she asked Ms. Martin what her work– all those terrible stories of loss and pain and sorrow she’s covered, from a child falling to his death out a window from a project apartment, to Trayvon Martin — have taught her about what it means to be human. (I love those kind of questions.) She answered:
“I’m left with is gratitude, such profound gratitude, that people despite all of their pain and all of what people go through, are still willing to reach out to each other. And, I don’t know if I’ve answered your question, but I feel that it’s just made my world so much larger, and I hope that I’ve done just this much to make the world larger for other people.”
And while I know this is a bit of a ramble, that’s what happens on a rainy Sunday. Inspiration sometimes comes out of the clock radio on the night stand, not the parting of the clouds. The other thing I want to share with you, that I believe is connected to this– in a mystic, spiritual way– (this is Sunday after all) is a quote from the back of our church bulletin last week that I’ve still got on my desk: “If you are going to trust God, do it fully. Accept things as they are, not the way you pretend.” – Athabaskan Chief Peter John
