After lunch in Chimayo yesterday, I went to the Santuario de Chimayo to pray for the ever so many people I carry in my heart. It's a strange place full of images of dying, bloodied Jesuses. I wonder what spirituality finds consolation in that? Yet, amidst, for me, the visually uncomfortable space, the air is thick with prayer. I was still and with God.
The drive up the High Road to Taos was as stunning as always, with drifts of leftover snow along the way. Having sat with God, I was keenly aware of a couple of important matters that I had left undone, not because I was too busy but clearly because of sloth. I wanted to talk to my friend about this, but was hesitant. I'm not sure why. Finding the small courage to confess, I was able to be energized to do those things I'd left undone.
This morning, as I received some lovely responses to doing those things that had been left undone, I was struck by the Society of St. John the Evangelist word of the day: repent.
Repentance:The power God offers of turning a corner, changing direction, to walk with God, rather than in disharmony.
It's like cinnamon toast and coffee enjoyed in front of a roaring fire.