Daily Signet
I am a home. A living house that provides all nourishment to a growing, living being. Yet I do it completely unconsciously. Really, I’m not doing anything—and that is astonishing. Of course, I think about what I’m eating, or how much I’m exercising, but despite all my rational efforts, I cannot claim responsibility in the actual day-to-day creation of life that is happening inside of me. But the sense of place, of just being present, is overwhelming….
The Thanksgiving Service and message expresses our gratitude for the gift that is home—in all the different connotations of the word. I am humbled by the miracle of my body as a home as I sit in the doctor’s office listening to an unseen heartbeat. I am humbled by the miracle of my childhood home with the gifts of love and spiritual cultivation that manifested itself in very different ways in each of us. I am humbled by the miracle of my current home as I glimpse Nate as he reads and writes of his belovings and I wonder how we came to be together. And, I am humbled by the miracle of my spiritual home of Christuman whenever I sit at the table and wonder how it all came together. I am humbled by the ultimate home that the Earth provides, for which makes this very living possible.
While I do not understand how any of this came to be, the beauty is that I do not need to. In fact, I don’t need to do anything. Only be present in this place, recognize the creative force at play, the anticipation of a miracle. Thank you God for all of my homes!
Alexis Drabek
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