Arriving a minute or two late, I stepped into the pew and closed the gate. It was an ancient church which served double duty. Patriots created their own government in this 1695 parish. It was a beautiful spring morning in Southern Maryland, crisp and breezy, and the daffodils swayed in the early sunlight. I took a deep breath as I made some adjustments – straightening the tie and adjusting my jacket. The procession was about to happen.
While you enjoy the rest of this beautiful blog, feel free to indulge in the music of Louis Armstrong’s, What A Wonderful World!
The minister, dressed as a pope, made his way in and sat upon his throne. He crossed his arms and smirked, but finally, a little smile arose from the corners of his mouth. Intently, I watched his fingertips tapping along with the rhythm of a familiar hymn. I smiled and thought about him trying to keep his beat of the harmony.
I wandered off, comparing the world around me to the rhythm of the music. The crickets, owls, and the howls of the night under a dark, silent sky; the ocean waves blessing the beach and cleansing the shores on every horizon. It’s a rhythm with a steady sound, not a lyric or a verse, creating the realm of God. Even as the thunder rumbles, it forms a tempo. How odd… we would never think our Lord would orchestrate such musical notes from the sounds of the earth!
In the dawn, we hear a dove cooing for a mate, and it’s call never changes; there’s no beat but instead a rhythm as it flies off in the morning light. God’s nature is so beautiful! It is a harmony of living wisps through the elms and pines, but entirely different. From the rambling brooks to the roars of the seas, the gulls calling, little crickets chirping to a single snap of a lightning bolt, all the heavens rumble in perfect rhythm. All God wants is for us to pay attention to His creations and realize all things are possible. And the rhythm rings as God lives in our heart and soul…