This week, the letters 'C', 'D', and possibly 'E' will feature in the ongoing 'gratitude attitudes'...
'C' is for -
Cornucopia - one of my favourite words. I love the sensuality of it:
the way it rolls off the tongue,
the lusciousness of the sound of it when spoken,
the roundness and fullness of it as it sinks into the soul.
It's a great word, evocative of the promise of good things, of plenty,
of fulfillment, of peace.
And as I write this, there's a tune on the mental i-pod that's just wandered in...
We plough the fields, and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God's almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine,
And soft refreshing rain.
All good gifts around us
Are sent from heav'n above,
Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord
For all his love.
Communion - the meal that speaks of both promise and present, the great now and not yet of God displayed in the feast of bread and wine [am trying to think of the feast aspect of this even in the face of cubes of dried out bread on a plate... but let's not go there!!!], the meal that transforms the common things of earth into holy mystery and reminds us to taste and see that the Lord is indeed good. Good Presby that I am, it's at this point, where I move into...
Calvin and his understanding of mystery and ordinary within the context of sacraments. I love the room he has to allow for the unexplainable and yet explainable God who asks us to follow. I give thanks for good orderly systematic theology and for adiaphora which gives room for all to breathe.
Community and companions on the way - for the many communities I'm a part of; for broad and diverse gifts, for encouraging words, for deep conversations and awful jokes, for not walking this journey entirely alone.
Cats and their sheer contrariness: a dog worships you, but you worship a cat. They ensure you know your place in the world which is good for the humilty.