easily hidden in this season--and yet, holiness peeps out around the edges of our busyness, surprising us in small moments. Holiness is turning around and suddenly seeing Grace lit up in the night, doors wide open, people walking through in conversation or standing silently looking up. Holiness is the feather of an angel’s wing caught in red carpet. Holiness is a kiss exchanged between a white-robed mother and daughter just before they turn and march up the aisle to serve in the
liturgy. Holiness is a kind word, a prayer, and a hand to hold at a moment of despair. Holiness is water splashing all over a baby’s face with ancient words, and his name called out loudly by the people who now claim him as their own.
We are blessed to have a tradition that nurtures the habit of holiness day by day through ritual and spiritual practice. Once the habit of a holy life is established, we live in constant epiphany. Our eyes are opened to holiness in all the ebb and flow life. I thought about these things recently while I was
alone in our buildings, sitting in the dark sanctuary. Prayer 61 from the Book of Common Prayer came to mind:
guide our minds, so fill our imaginations, so control our
wills, that we may be wholly thine, utterly dedicated unto
thee; and then use us, we pray thee, as thou wilt, and always
to thy glory and the welfare of thy people; through our Lord
and Savior Jesus Christ. Amen.