About a mile
before the top, one of our mountaineer friends coached us through rest
steps. The gist is that you can make it
to the top of just about anything if you slow your steps way down, resting
briefly between each one. Picture a slow
bridal march and you get the idea. Rest
steps were key to my bagging the peak. We all made it. A glorious, 360 degree view of peaks and
valleys, blue sky, and puffy white clouds, not a thunderstorm in sight.
Rest steps. (Don’t be surprised if they show up in a sermon.) The experience has me thinking
about life in general and my work in particular. And, of course, sabbatical.
I’m beyond grateful for the recent sabbatical that is a significant “rest step”
in my pastoral call with the people of Augustana. It’s given me time to literally rest. And it’s given
me time to think about how we take rest steps together as Jesus people in a
world longing for hope.
Sunday worship is
one such rest step for me. My first day back in
the office, I asked Cindy (intrepid organist) to accompany me through practicing the prayer chants for
communion. It’d been awhile, you know. Cindy played the cue notes and I sang, “The Lord be with you…” I barely made it
through “Lift up your hearts…” My throat tightened and my eyes welled. My
second day back and I’m in my office writing this piece. I’ve missed being in the rest
step of worship with these dear people and I’m glad to be back, looking forward to Sunday and
more.
Rest steps in progress...
Mount Silverheels 13,329'/4,215m (Prominence 2,283')
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