Saturday, December 26, 2009


A Prayer for the Twelve Days of Christmas


Peter Drury:


Holy One, I pray for peace between peoples


and the wisdom of leaders.


I pray for peoples,


for countries,


and for the spirit that may unite us together.


I pray for a sense of identity


which is more profound than national, but global.


I pray for peace on earth,


good will toward all,


and a song of joy everywhere.


Help us to mend the earth, O God.


I pray for people – here and everywhere –


that we may grow in understanding,


in hope,


in prosperity,


and in faith.


Help the religions of the world not cause division,


but nurture peace.


Help me understand my place in the world.


(Silent Prayer)


Amen.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Christmas Day - December 25


And the Word became flesh and lived among us, and we have seen his glory, the glory as of a father’s only son, full of grace and truth.
John 1:14



Marietta Tower:

One of my favorite ways to picture Jesus is on the day of his birth. As he lives his life he becomes someone I respect and strive to emulate, but not someone I can easily see myself in. On the day he is born, however, he is just like every other baby that has ever been born – a perfect blend of the human and the divine. I remember looking at each of my babies faces at the moment they were born and being struck by how tender and raw they were, so beautiful it was almost incomprehensible. The light of God seemed to radiate off of them. I remarked on the day my first child was born and I still maintain that I don’t see how anyone can not believe in God when they have witnessed a birth and gazed into the face of a newborn baby.


We need to remember that we each started out just as precious and light filled as Jesus did. We too started with an even mix of God and humanity, but the difference is that Jesus maintained this balance throughout his life while the rest of us covered up and buried that piece of God inside us under thick layers of hurt, sadness, anger, unkindness, and greed. Our job as Christians is to work to peel away some of those layers and let the light of God within us shine. We are all precious children of God, full of grace and truth; let us remove our protective shell and share that divine part of us with the world.

Thursday, December 24, 2009


Christmas Eve - December 24


And the angel said to them, "Be not afraid; for behold, I bring you good news of a great joy which will come to all the people . . .
Luke 2:10


Juanita Kirkland:


Christmas, truly kept, is love. A person very close to me lives by the creed, "If whatever you do is done in love, you are indeed doing the will of God."


Are you willing to forget what you have done for others, and to remember what other people have done for you . . .


To ignore what the world owes you and to think what you owe the world . . .


To see that your fellow humans are just as real as you are, and to try to look behind their faces to their hearts, hungry for joy . . .


To close your book of complaints against the management of the universe, and look around for a place where you can sow a few seeds of happiness . . .


Are you willing to do these things, even for a day?


Then you can keep Christmas!


Are you willing to stoop down and consider the needs and the desires of little children . . .


To remember the weakness and loneliness of people who are growing old . . .


To stop asking how much your friends love you, and ask yourself whether you love them enough . . .


To trim your lamp so that it will give more light than smoke . . .


Then you can keep Christmas!


Are you willing to believe that love is the strongest thing in the world - stronger than hate, stronger than evil, stronger than death . . . . and that the blessed life which began in Bethlehem 2000 years ago is the image and brightness of eternal love?


Then you can keep Christmas!


And if you keep it for a day, why not always? But you cannot keep it alone . . .


God of Christmas,
God of our hearts,
May we bear the Christ
to all who need Him,
and allow His birth
in us again. Amen.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009


Love - Wednesday, December 23


You shall also love the stranger, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt.
Deuteronomy 10:19 (NSRV)


Jeremiah Oliver:


To love with an open heart is the highest command Jesus delivers. To love the stranger, to love that which is unknown, no matter the actions they have performed, no matter who they are, no matter the actions they plan to perform, is to acknowledge that the heart is more important than having clues and evidence and concrete judgements. Loving fully is an act of courage, saying: not only are you worthy of the graces light offers, but the parts of me which I do not know or am not happy with or do not appreciate, these too, are worthy of the love that transforms strangers into friends, friends into families, families into communities. Love acts through compassion—approaching people and situations from a point of view that is not singular, is not judgemental, but is open to hearing and learning. Love binds light together. Love is what creates life, the greatest miracle. Let our hearts be a channel for the love that lets us see strangers as we see ourselves.


May the earth support your heart and make it strong and whole.
May the winds blow through and leave it clear and open.
May the heat of fire fill it with passion and energy.
May the waters flow through your heart, carrying that love to others.
May the divine light illuminate all that is good for your heart, awaking that good all around you.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009


Love - Tuesday, December 22


Lori Hutchings:
At the age of six I spent a week in the hospital, and most of the memories are not pleasant. Everyone was kind, but things were different 50 years ago. No one wanted to explain to kids what would happen; it might scare them. The grown-ups talked in whispers a lot.


I remember calling for my mother often during the first night. She was always there. Years later she told me that the staff was displeased at her refusal to leave. My parents were charged extra for a "private room" — for the privilege of my mother’s spending the night sitting in a metal folding chair, surrounded by four little sick kids in white-painted iron-frame beds.


It was a long week, though visitors and presents arrived every day. Abdominal surgery made stomach sleeping impossible. Early one morning I was awake at 3:00 AM. My roommates had gone home; it was dark and the halls were quiet. Restless, bored, and insignificant, I leaned toward the window and looked out, resting my chin on the bedrail. There were only a few cars in the parking lot. Far below, someone was walking. Squinting, I tried to get a better look. He was wearing a white coat——a doctor. Suddenly he stopped, turned, looked up, saw me and waved. Thrilled, I waved back. He stood there a few moments, waving, then blew me a kiss and continued walking to his car. Comforted, I watched him drive around the corner and out of sight, then settled down and fell asleep wondering how that doctor could see me way up there, looking out one window in hundreds.


Psalm 36:5 Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies, and to one little girl on the 28th floor of Children’s Hospital, Washington D.C. in 1958.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Love - Monday, December 21


Better is a dinner of herbs where love is than a fatted ox and hatred with it.
Proverbs 15:17 (NRSV)


Maria Drury:

Advent: "The coming or arrival of something extremely important."


My father blessed many people with his gift of baking and cooking. For many years he used that gift in his ownership of a bakery and restaurant, but clearly the gift went beyond that. After he retired, he continued to bake and cook for others. His talent and labors touched many people, and he was very gifted at his craft.


But his gift transcended the years of training and practice that he invested in his livelihood. His special ingredient was love. It went into every twist of a pretzel and loaf of bread.


Well before Christmas, he would be preparing dough and batter for the baking that would culminate in gifts to friends and family. When he owned a bakery, it was a professional necessity. After he retired, it was a true labor of love, and no less important to him.


Baking was not my father’s first choice of a profession; it was something of an afterthought. He learned the craft of bread-baking, and taught himself pastries when learning that side of the baking trade was denied as an apprenticeship.


Learning the baking trade was his preparation for life work. The love he gave to his work and to the people who received the fruit of his love labor was spirit-filled and touched many lives.


This season is a fine time to practice the labor of love in our preparation, whether that be for gifts or as tasks, at home or office. How we do what we do touches our own lives, and ripples out to the world around us. May our doing be the gift.

Sunday, December 20, 2009


Love - Sunday, December 20


In those days Mary set out and went with haste to a Judean town in the hill country, where she entered the house of Zechariah and greeted Elizabeth.


When Elizabeth heard Mary’s greeting, the child leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit and exclaimed with a loud cry, "Blessed are you among women, and blessed is the fruit of your womb.


And why has this happened to me, that the mother of my Lord comes to me? For as soon as I heard the sound of your greeting, the child in my womb leaped for joy.


And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what was spoken to her by the Lord."


And Mary said, "My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has looked with favor on the lowliness of his servant. Surely, from now on all generations will call me blessed; for the Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is his name.


His mercy is for those who fear him from generation to generation. He has shown strength with his arm; he has scattered the proud in the thoughts of their hearts. He has brought down the powerful from their thrones, and lifted up the lowly; he has filled the hungry with good things, and sent the rich away empty.


He has helped his servant Israel, in remembrance of his mercy, according to the promise he made to our ancestors, to Abraham and to his descendants forever."
Luke 1:39-55

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Joy - Saturday, December 19

Rejoice in the Lord always:
Again I say, Rejoice.
Let your gentleness
be known to everyone.
The Lord is near.

Philippians 4:4-5 (NSRV)

Jeremiah Oliver:
Have you ever just had a cranky day for no particular reason? And, then, sometime during the day, maybe you see a stranger smiling, or hear a loved one laughing, or see people happily bantering—and it brightens your mood, and you find yourself smiling. You then choose to put the cranky feeling aside because you do not know its reason in the first place, and share a smile with someone. Joy is contagious. Joy is a conscious decision, and a powerful one! Joy can banish anxiety and needless depression, unrest and dis-ease.

When you choose joy, you choose to be a beacon of light for anyone who may be having an unreasoned cranky day. It is a simple, curious love, suitable for all situation, fostering the attitude that finds the silver lining or gives thanks for small miracles, or makes the act of just being one of more than just contentment—it is joyful! Again I say, Rejoice! (Why do people always do it once half-heartedly before they will give in and just do it?!) Joy is contagious! Bring some to the table.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Joy - Friday, December 18

You show me the path of life.In your presence there is fullness of joy,in your right hand are pleasures evermore. Psalm 16:11 (NSRV)

Devin Kitchel:

There are times in life when we are so ready for joy that it is inevitable. A beautiful summer wedding, the birth of a child, the start of a long-overdue vacation - the list goes on… major events that bring the happiness that we anticipate. I’ve taken on the practice of noticing little things that bring joy to myself and others, for really life is made up out of so many more little events in our lives than the major ones. The following might be cliché but I refuse to let that interfere with the pleasure that they can bring! An infant’s dimples as you give them a wink and a smile, the look of happy surprise that a stranger gives you when you complement her on her colorful scarf, putting away your groceries – knowing that you’ll be well fed, the smell of nature after a cleansing rain, the warmth and comfort of a good hug, the tangy bite of a juicy tangerine, the refreshment of a clear relaxing breath. Happiness is there to be found and experienced in the everyday. The most simple of actions can bring joy and gratitude if you celebrate it. I am aiming for bliss in just being, with no action necessary. If I can revel in the moment by merely existing, then (as my dear German Teacher, Frau Clauson would say) everything else is just gravy!

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Joy - Thursday, December 17


When they saw that the star had stopped, they were overwhelmed with joy.
Matthew 2:10 (NRSV)

Maria Drury:

Rising stars, shooting stars, flickering stars… So much of our star imagery involves moving stars. The motion indicates increasing power, excitement, or perhaps awe at the distance of space. And yet here is a short little bible verse in which a star stops. The motion ceases. It sounds like equivalent of time stopping. The natural movements of the universe have suddenly shifted – or come to a complete standstill.

That sounds like a terrifying prospect. Historically, such phenomena as eclipses have struck terror into the hearts of people across cultures and eras. A star stopping is an even greater phenomenon. And yet, "they were overwhelmed with joy."

What a concept it is, to be "overwhelmed with joy." It flies in the face of stoicism. The idea of being "overwhelmed with" allows us to consider joy as a cataclysmic force – a power to change the way things are, an upheaval of the "natural state of things," yet in a direction completely opposite of the destruction that the word "cataclysm" implies.

There are many possibilities for experiencing fear in our day-to-day lives; the news reports bring us numerous examples. Occasionally, those reports will include reasons for celebration, and those are to be noticed, remembered, and lifted up.

More often, we must find our own versions of the "stopped star" and let that occasion overwhelm us with joy. These days, that might require some permission or some seeking. But really, those who first saw the star stop were seeking, weren’t they?

Let us seek within our own lives and daily experience for opportunities to be "overwhelmed with joy." It is an awesome idea.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Joy - Wednesday, December 16

I have said these things to you so that my joy may be in you, and your joy may be complete.
John 15:11 (NRSV)

Juanita Kirkland:

Is your joy complete? I have considered myself a person who does not experience joy easily. Yes, there are moments of quiet joy: in the sun which softens the winter world, in the reawakening of earth and the freshness of new life bursting forth in the spring, in the sunshine and warmth of long summer days, and in the colors and "settling" of Autumn. Joy also abounds when I witness my grandchildren empathizing with a distressed friend or with me.

Joy IS all around us. It is I, who is out of tune! There is a stumbling block which nags and bruises like a pebble in my shoe. Its name is "Expectations."

My mind snares me with an image of a perfect Christmas, peopled by a perfect family. Each one of them is full of God’s grace and love. Oh, the joy we will feel! But of course the bubble bursts when reality hits. The perfect family has feet of clay, the children are exhausted, the hostess is grumpy about an over-cooked turkey and lumpy potatoes . . . . You can no doubt add to the picture.

I need to learn to let go of expectations and perfectionism, and learn to be fully present to each moment of joy, and to be thankful for each gift from God who blesses us so freely that our cup of life should overflow with pure and abundant joy.

I wish each of you that Holy gift in the Holy season. I WILL remove that rock from my shoe!

I hear laughter deeply felt and am wrapped in a blanket of joy.

I see God smile and experience a sacred moment.

How will you receive the gift of Jesus this Christmas? Will you show and feel joy and gratitude to God and share your excitement with others?

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Joy - Tuesday, December 15

How happy are those who hear the Word of God
and practice and obey it!

Luke 11: 28 (NSRV)

Lori Hutchings:

Have you ever had a good deed "backfire," or a situation doesn’t turn out the way you expect? Dad’s elderly cousin ate a few bites of my homemade chili, put the bowl down for the dog, and announced, "He likes it!" as Bosley gobbled the food. A friend asked me to play the piano at the Norse Home. At age 22, I felt important for giving up my Sunday afternoon. As we walked in, a resident pointed at me and said, loudly, "What makes you think you can come in here?" At a Weight Watchers support meeting, my neighbor and I didn’t feel supported. Most people there had already met their weight loss goals. One slender creature said "I’m having trouble eating enough to use all my points for the day." My neighbor whispered in my ear, "Shall we take her out and make her eat dessert after the meeting?" Oh, well.

On the other hand, have you ever been especially successful at pleasing someone? Last Christmas our nephew Chris really liked his multi-function fishing tool. My brother said "I’ve been wanting one of these," about his solar powered light and compass. Our nephew Andrew loved the buckwheat-filled travel pillow he got — just in time for the trip home to New Zealand. It feels good to "get it right." It feels even better to get it right with God; we don’t have to guess at what pleases Him.

A while ago Juanita and I were discussing after-school care of grandchildren, and she mentioned supervising homework every afternoon. "That’s the Mom’s job," I said loftily. "My dues are already paid. No more field trips, bake sales, auctions or fund-raisers, either." Possibly because of my bad attitude, a few days later God told me to volunteer in my grand-daughter’s classroom. No doubt about it, this idea was not my own. But I offered, the teacher accepted, and the time spent was so rewarding, I always left school smiling. What joy there is in the blessings that follow obedience!

Joy - Monday, December 14

. . . let the field exult, and everything in it.Then shall all the trees of the forest sing for joy . . .Psalm 96:12 (NSRV)

Marietta Tower:
I am blessed to live with someone who is a living embodiment of the word "joy" on a daily basis – my dog Bailey. Bailey is a twelve year old Golden Retriever/Cocker Spaniel mix who we adopted a little over four years ago. Like many dogs, Bailey would prefer to be with us twenty-four hours a day, which makes him get a little lonely when Michael and I are at work and the kids are at school. Due to this, every time we come into the house after being gone for any length of time, when we open the door there Bailey is smiling and prancing around on his paws, running from one of us to the other giving us happy little sniffles, his two inch long Cocker Spaniel tail wagging so hard his whole backside sways from side to side. You can feel the joy radiating off of him, and no matter how bad of a day I have had I can’t help but feel joyful as well.

As we get older and older it seems we refrain from showing our joy to other people, maybe out of embarrassment or maybe just because the joy gets overshadowed by our larger worries and concerns. As Bailey has shown me, however, joy is contagious, and if we could just freely express ourselves in those joyful times we will brighten the lives of those we come into contact with. Especially in these difficult economic times and short, rainy winter days, my hope is that we can each recognize those joyful moments in our day and share them with those around us with uninhibited abandon.

Joy - The Third Sunday in Advent

Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice.

Let your gentleness be known to everyone. The Lord is near.

Do not worry about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.

And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Philippians 4:4-7

Saturday, August 08, 2009

Ebb and Flow

We typically assume that leisure is a privilege for those who can take time for it, but it is not. Leisure is a virtue. It is the virtue of those who give time to whatever takes time and give as much time as it deserves. In so doing, we are working leisurely, finding meaning in work and becoming fully alive. If we have a strict work mentality we are only half alive. We are like people who only breathe in, and suffocate. It really doesn’t make any difference whether you only breathe in or only breathe out; you will suffocate in either case. . . . We have to breathe in and breathe out and so we keep alive. This is really what we are all after and iswhat all religion must be about – aliveness. . . .

One last question: Why are we not more alive? The answer is one word—fear. One thing is at the root of everything that distorts or destroys life—and that is fear. We are simply afraid to be alive. Why are we afraid to be alive? Because to be alive means giving ourselves, and when we really give ourselves, we never know what’s going to happen to us.

—Brother David Steindl-Rast
Common Sense Spirituality

When I awoke this morning I did not want to get out of bed. Putting off the inevitable, I opened David Steindl-Rast’s book and read the words quoted above.Somehow they spoke to me in a way I can’t even quite articulate.

Perhaps it is his understanding of leisure; the sense of leisure as a virtue rather than a state of being, something to be lived right now in whatever circumstances we find ourselves—even in the middle of our work—rather than in some far off “retirement” or the realization that “Thank God It’s Friday.”

Perhaps it is his image of the breath— the ebb and flow of our lungs, the balance of work and leisure, the flowing essence of our very being—without which we die.And perhaps it is because I have been working so hard to finish numerous tasks before a week of vacation and a week of General Assembly that I am totally out of balance on the leisure part of the equation!

I know it is bad when Barb asks me over dinner, “So how are you doing, Sweetie?” And later, after deflecting her concern for my state of mind and simply restating my to-do list, I’m compelled to apologize for nearly suffocating myself and her simply because I forgot to exhale, forgot to find leisure in the midst of work.

One of the things I know about worship is that it is absolutely good for nothing! In the act of worship we produce no product; we make no plans (aside from those omnipresent to-do lists that run down the side of the order of worship). We don’t even come to make ourselves better people, though over time that might be a nice byproduct for some.

No, I’m beginning to think that our time of worship could best be described as leisure, as exhale, as a gift we give ourselves to restore balance; a safe-haven, a sanctuary, a place to practice aliveness; to leave fear at the door and walk into pure unadulterated grace.

What is true is this: this particular day will soon be over, night will fall again. The accumulation of our days continues to a point; they are not endless.

Our work then might very well be our leisure, our sheer enjoyment in living, all contained within the spacious heart of God.

blessings + peace,

Laurie

Thursday, June 04, 2009

Come, all of you who have wandered far from the path,
who have separated yourselves from Love;
A banquet is prepared for you in the heart’s Secret Room
.
—Psalm 114, Psalms for Praying

High up in one of our Douglas fir trees two branches form a vee-shape. We only noticed this because we first noticed that some bits of fir branches had piled up beside the garage. We only noticed these bits of fir branches because Barb had just swept up all the old branches that fell over the winter. After looking down and pondering these new branches it finally occurred to us to look up: that’s when we saw the nest.

As nests go this one is made entirely—in so far as we can tell— from the ends of fir boughs about ten inches long. This nest is big! And it is way, way up there in the tree. We have no idea what kind of animal (it doesn’t seem like a bird’s nest) built it. A squirrel family seems like a good guess but we really don’t know.

I got out the binoculars but they didn’t help much. The nest is just too high up in the tree. I thought about getting up on the roof but even that wouldn’t get us close enough.

Then, before coming to church, I took a walk around what passes for our "block" in Lake Forest Park. The air was warm, the sun was shining, and I guess, because I had been looking up at the nest I spent most of my fifteen minute walk looking up.

All around me birds whirled and called out to one another. In the process of walking, looking, and listening I became aware of this entire other world that literally passes right over my head every single day. What I’m realizing is that the world of the Spirit operates in much the same fashion.

For most of us we go about our days plodding along, and as we plod our mood shifts this way and that leading us down one path and then another, our mind grinds away remembering this hurt and that problem until thought by thought we end up in a galaxy far, far away from this very moment on planet Earth!

All the while the continual energy of God surrounds us, waiting for us to stop and notice; to smile at the beauty that surrounds us, to look deeply into a child’s eyes, to gently cradle a hand grown creaky with arthritis, to laugh deeply, to love with our whole heart, to give of our ourselves with grace.

I don’t know—perhaps the Holy Spirit built a nest in our yard—that’s what I’m imagining right now.

Meanwhile in the back of my mind I hear my Grandma Rudel as she attempted to put things in perspective for her two impatient granddaughters, Only time will tell.

Meanwhile, while we wait, we are given this earth and one another to love with whole and generous hearts, abounding in grace and forgiveness.

Now. Right now. Look up!

Laurie Rudel

Monday, March 30, 2009


...the deepest level of communication is not communication, but communion. It is wordless, it is beyond words, and it is beyond speech, and it is beyond concept. Not that we discover a new unity. We discover an older unity. My dear brothers and sisters, we are already one. But we imagine that we are not. And what we have to recover is our original unity. What we have to be is what we are.
—Thomas Merton


I’ve been playing around with a definition of church.
See how this feels to you:

Church—
a community of strangers
who become friends in Christ
with the intention
of being changed
by and for one another
and for the sake of the world
in the presence of God,
sustained and inspired
by the Holy Spirit.

As I’ve lived and played with this definition it seems to have a grounded quality, something lasting that calls me forward and supports my work in the present. I love that it sets out right away to acknowledge that really we are all strangers, one to the other, no matter how long we have known each other.

At the same time it acknowledges our friendship with one another through the energy of Christ. I also love how it notices the unseen presence of God which underlies our influence upon one another.
I also love the reliance upon the inspiration and guiding nature of the Holy Spirit which to me implies an openness to change, a spirit of discernment, and a willingness to move ahead when the way becomes clear.

As our Core Values Task Groups continue to meet we can test out this definition of church to see what is missing and take stock of what needs to be changed but for now I want to offer it up as working definition of what we are about together in this time and place.

As the world shifts and turns around us, as our literal fortunes rise and fall, we need "church"as sanctuary in which to find communion with others, reflect on the deeper meaning of our lives, and name our dependence upon God and one another.

—Laurie Rudel

Friday, February 27, 2009

Fruit Stand at the Corner

Sun-Kist navels the sign said
they meant oranges of course
but I saw instead
that ancient connection
of mother and child
that puckered place of our
beginning before first breath
infused with light and shining

Laurie Rudel

February 10, 2009

Monday, January 19, 2009

Kindness: an action word

Life is short and we have not much time for gladdening the hearts of those who travel the way with us. Oh, be swift to love, make haste to be kind!
-Henri Amiel

I had not realized until after the unexpected death of our mother, Betty Gallagher, early in the morning on Monday, November 10, that kindness is an action word.

My experience: While our family desperately hoped to arrive in Chico, California (where mom had lived for the past eight years with her identical twin sister) to see her one more time before her death, it was simply not possible. Instead of meeting at the hospital as we had imagined, we gathered at my aunt’s home, full of love, full of tears, full of stories.

As Monday unfolded we began to make plans to remember mom and take care of all the details associated with death. We decided to host a gathering of family and friends on Thursday late morning to celebrate her life and then invite everyone to stay for lunch. On Tuesday afternoon my cousin Barbara, who is about to retire from teaching grade school, called to tell us that the staff at her school would cater the lunch on Thursday. I promptly burst into tears.

On Tuesday Martha Dimmers, Chaplain at Children’s Hospital and friend of Queen Anne Christian Church, called to let me know that she and Peter Drury, former Pastor of All Pilgrims Christian Church and friend of QACC, would take care of worship on Sunday. Up to that point I had assured myself that I was fully capable of taking care of the needs my family and coming home to lead worship on Sunday.

On Wednesday Patty (my sister), Gary (my step-brother), and I invited the immediate family for lunch at the Sierra Nevada Tap Room. Mom and Auntie, sprightly ninety year olds, were “regulars” known by sight as “the girls.”

As usual we had a lovely meal and felt the table surrounded by love. We told more stories. We talked a little about what would happen on Thursday. Eventually Gary asked for the bill but our server was adamant: there would be no bill. This lunch was on-the-house, their gift to us in a time of loss.

On our way home we spent a little time in the Sacramento airport waiting for our flight back to Seattle. I was wrestling with a knitting project (my first two-color stranded knitting in the round) and in a fit uncorrectable mistakes I raveled the project back to the beginning probably for about the seventeenth time (I am not lying about that number!). It was a mess. Barb had wandered off for something and there I sat with a pile of tangled yarn trying to turn it all back into two balls.

An older woman sitting across the way noticed my distress and came and sat beside me. “Can I help?” She was dressed and looked pretty much like my mother! “Can I help?” By that time I had it more or less under control but she sat with me for a quite a while and held one ball while I worked on the other. “Thank you,” I said. “But I didn’t do anything,” she said. “You did more than you know,” I said.

When we arrived home in Seattle on Friday afternoon, Barb headed into work for a few hours. Our dear friend Maria Drury called. “I’ve made some lentil soup, may I bring it by?” So Maria, along with young daughters Rowan and Cora, stopped by to drop off everything needed for a simple meal and while we ate in grief, we also ate in love.

Kindness. In Micah 6:8 we are instructed to “seek justice, love kindness and walk humbly with our God.” I’d never thought much about the kindness piece of these instructions. Now I know: kindness is a simple action, unprompted, probably unexpected, and it makes all the difference in the world.

Laurie Rudel