This has been a very good day, different than I imagined. My host here, a friend from seminary days in Brighton, generously gave his day off to introduce me –
to breakfast at Bob’s Diner;
to Hildene, the home of Abraham Lincoln’s son Robert Todd Lincoln and to generations of their family until 1975 (!);
to the Pearce glass-blowing center;
and to the depth of Quechee Gorge.
Upon return to Weston, I went up to the Priory for quiet prayer, only myself there with Jesus in a silent and darkening chapel.
So it has been a day of nourishment in good food and good conversation. It has been a day reminding me of the importance of the past, both personal and communal. It has been a day of celebration of human creativity and of the ever-astounding work of God in creation. And it has been a day framed by quietly sitting in the Presence.
That’s a good day.
A young man of this area visited Weston Priory for the first time in his life. Just for 10 or 15 minutes. As he left he remarked, “This is a healing place.” A gorgeous and genuine insight. True, because Jesus is there. And Jesus is there both because of his ongoing desire to be with his people and because of the invitation to come and remain given by the monks. Given how? By their prayer together. By their song. By their living the wonder, grace, and burden of community. And by their own faithfulness. Their own commitment to remain. (That commitment is of the community. The group remains and prays and learns and loves. Individuals, as valuable and unique as they are, for myriad reasons come and go). That commitment is the church. That staying together with Jesus is the center.
And all that makes this a place of healing.
Thank God for good days!