We worshiped again yesterday at Union Church. It was second Sunday which means that after the sermon there is time for conversation in small groups about the scripture and topic. For this week the topic was sin and what happened in the garden. It was a great discussion around a difficult topic.
We've been settling in there and are ready to call it home. I'm even going to head on the women's day away next Saturday.
The kids love sitting up on the kid's bench!
After church this week there was a great Harvest gathering with soup and games for the kids. We had a good time meeting some people and the kids played and painted.
On the way to the car we spied this in the goodwill store window. Noah learned how to play chess at Scouts and this brand new Michael Graves set was $12. We have been playing it nonstop!
And a poem on the bulletin I've been reflecting on...
Genesis 3:13-24
Denise Levertov
From "Evening Train"
The tree of knowledge was the tree of reason.
That's why the taste of it
drove us from Eden. That fruit
was meant to be dried and milled to a fine powder
for use a pinch at a time, a condiment.
God had probably planned to tell us later
about this new pleasure.
We stuffed our mouths full of it,
gorged on but and if and how and again
but, knowing no better.
It's toxic in large quantities; fumes
swirled in our heads and around us
to form a dense cloud that hardened to steel,
a wall between us and God, Who was Paradise.
Not that God is unreasonable – but reason
in such excess was tyranny
and locked us into its own limits, a polished cell
reflecting our own faces. God lives
on the other side of that mirror,
but through the slit where the barrier doesn't
quite touch ground, manages still
to squeeze in – as filtered light,
splinters of fire, a strain of music heard
then lost, then heard again.
No comments:
Post a Comment