For where two or three are gathered in my name, I am there among them.
Matthew 18:20
Holy moments.
Sitting on
the porch on a hot summer afternoon with a trusted friend, (s)he confided to me
a dark secret. My first response was
shock. I almost blurted out, “No way! How could you?” At that moment, a soft
breeze brushed across my brow, a breeze so soft that I barely felt it, but so
noticeable, somehow. The presence of the Spirit danced in that still, soft air.
My judgment was suspended, my larynx rendered useless.
“I need to
ask for forgiveness,” my friend said, disturbing the suspended wind in the
room.
And the love of God, and the
fellowship of the Holy Spirit redeemed that moment.
Sadness, confusion, guilt,
disappointment, and resignation; and then tears of forgiveness sanctified my
friend’s cheeks.
Holy moments.
What holy
moments have most touched you this week?
