04.26.2023 | Wednesday in Paschaltide

It's a beautiful, if a bit chilly, morning here in the Carondelet Garden in sunny South Saint Louis on this last Wednesday in April.  Yesterday was a day of weeding and contemplation.  What better way to contemplate than weeding a garden?  

As I kneeled in prayer and work, I was struck that I was created with this desire for and a bit of knowledge of the sacred.  Yet, my knowledge and comprehension are incomplete.  The garden and nature challenges me to see beyond what is right in front of me calling me higher up and deeper into the very nature of God.  It is true of most creative or artistic endeavors as well.  How often does a song or piece of music touch our hearts or even bring a tear to our eye?  I know it does it to me all the time.  As I've gotten older it seems my tear ducts are much closer to the surface than they have ever been.  

God is here, now in our work and our play.  God in all things.  Sometimes it's hard for me to wrap my head around it but in my heart I believe it to be true.  God in all things.  I know I feel the presence when I take the time to contemplate the weeds.  I guess the good news is that the job of weeding never ends so there will be a multitude of opportunities.  God in all things.  I am connected to that which is truly transcendent: the Creator of all that is good and beautiful.  Amen.