The heavens declare the glory of God,
      and the firmament shows his handiwork.

One day tells its tale to another,
      and one night imparts knowledge to another.

Although they have no words or language,
      and their voices are not heard,

Their sound has gone out into all lands,
      and their message to the ends of the world.


Dear Friends,

This Sunday's Psalm evokes not just the reflection of the Creator in the Creation, but the unending rhythm by which the reflection is impressed upon us.

I drew this liturgical calendar to help me imagine the rhythm in which we teach and Baptize, but it has turned out to be helpful more broadly than I expected. While one season is immersing me, and another bearing down on me, a casual glance reminds me of the deeper cycle in which all this is embedded. I enjoy imaging Jesus the quiet healer even in the rowdiness of Easter. And the seed of the Apostles "Ordinary Time" work even during testing of Holy Week. There is a crisp building of tension through the long Ordinary Time that finds me always jubilant at the turning of All Saints Day as it ushers in the dynamism of our "big name" holidays.

As one day tells its tale to another, there is a playfulness to the flow of time that God has placed us within. I love that our worship reflects that in its spiraling path through the human ages.

This desert time of Lent is intimately bound with the beauty of the child Jesus. And in it the joy, surprise and power of Easter are vernalized like the blossoms of our rhododendrons, for their tandem triumphal explosions of light and color.

May God's rhythm catch you up these days, and your Lenten season be leavened with just the right spice of Advent, Pentecost, or whichever other season you need, to really set it off.

In Peace,

Reed