5AM the day of departure.
Yesterday Fr. Nicholas spoke of the "holocaust of God's love" coming to the apostles on Pentecost. I also had a wonderful chat with my step-daughter about my favorite author, Flannery O'Connor whom she has just discovered, that great fiery "prophet of grace".
This makes me think of the brilliant conflagration of God's goodness and mercy toward us. The fire of His unimaginable Presence through the Holy Spirit, falling upon the chosen disciples. The flame of the Spirit, the bursting into tongues and the annihilation of all that was once "known" to these fishers of men being swallowed by the reality of the indwelling of God.
In a very real sense, that is what we seek.
Our bags are packed. We have WAY TOO MUCH STUFF!!! At this rate, we cannot afford to buy a blessed thing which is not consumable for the next month. And yes, I'm with my mother and my youngest daughter, who vie for the position of "Queen of Kitsch" and are constantly attracted by all things that shimmer and shine, whether or not they already have one of them in a different color. We will simply have to "drip" along the way and leave a trail of used story books and extra socks in our wake.
I pray that Godwill dwell in us, that He will enwrap and enflame us with His presence. May we be blessed to follow in some of the footsteps of the blessed ones and to taste, even a little, the flame that illumined them. Come, Holy Spirit!
O Heavenly King,
the Comforter the Spirit of truth
Who art everywhere present and fillest all things.
Treasury of blessings
and Giver of Life,
Come, and abide in us.
And cleanse us from every impurity
And save our souls, O Good One.
Travelling with Angels, and with the benediction and blessings of so many friends. Thank you for your prayers for us!
Signing off from lovely cool Seattle, an excited Macrina
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