Dear Friends,
As we build the Beloved Community, we pray for you every day that you might continue to bring it about in your little corner of the world.
Today's Meditation is Carrie Newcomer singing "Geodes." She recalls that life has taught her that hidden good resides in common things: "God walks around in muddy boots, sometimes rags...you can't always tell, but sometimes you just know."
We invite you to join us as we commit
ourselves to working tirelessly to end systemic and structural racism in our society, in the church, in healthcare, in the workplace--wherever it shows up so that everyone may come to have more abundant life. May this meditation nourish our contemplative-active hearts and sustain all of us in action.
In the spirit of our philosophy of co-creating community and our awareness that the Spirit speaks through each of us, we invite you to share your meditations with us as well. We truly believe that it is God's economy of abundance: when we share our blessings, our thoughts, our feelings, we are all made richer.
We hope and pray that you find peace, healing, hope and the infusion of joy in your life!
With our love and care,
Ron and Jean
MEDITATION: Carrie Newcomer sings "Geodes"
Geodes
Song by Carrie Newcomer
Lyrics
No you can't always tell one from another
And it's best not to judge a book by it's tattered cover
I have found when I tried or looked deeper inside
What appears unadorned might be wondrously formed
You can't always tell but sometimes you just know
'Round here we throw geodes in our gardens
They're as common as the rain or corn silk in July
Unpretentious browns and grays the stain of Indiana clay
They're what's left of shallow seas glacial rock and mystery
And inside their shines a secret bright as promise
All these things that we call familiar
Are just miracles clothed in the commonplace
And you'll see it if you try in the next stranger's eyes
God walks around in muddy boots sometimes rags and that's the truth
You can't always tell, but sometimes you just know
Some say geodes were made from pockets of tears
Trapped away in small places for years upon years
Pressed down and transformed, 'til the true self was born
And the whole world moved on like the last notes of a song
A love letter sent without return address
No you can't always tell one from another
And it's best not to judge a book by it's tattered cover
I don't open them to see folks 'round here just like me
We have come to believe there's hidden good in common things
You can't always tell but sometimes you just know
You can't always tell but sometimes you just know