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SCRIPTURE
Genesis 28: 15, 18
And the Lord said, “I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you. Then Jacob arose from his sleep and said, “Surely the Lord is in this place—and I did not know it.”
So, Jacob rose early in the morning, and he took the stone that he had put under his head and set it up for a pillar and poured oil on the top of it. He called the place Bethel, the House of God.
WORDS OF HOPE
Jacob is on the run. His brother Esau, fuming with a desire for revenge, is in hot pursuit because of Jacob’s scheming betrayal. Exhausted, Jacob stops to rest for the night. And in God’s abundant grace, he dreams of a ladder to heaven with angels ascending and descending. God appears and blesses him with the promise of safety, children, land. To sanctify this experience, he takes the dreaming stone, points it heavenward, and anoints it with oil, making a simple altar at the place of divine encounter.
Recently, the Spirit’s prompting has led me to create an altar of my own as I have been engaged in some intense inner work. Honoring the mothering figures in my life who have died, it is a gathering place for pictures of these blessed women: my paternal grandmother, my own mom, my beloved Joyce, and my oldest and dearest friend, Sissi. A tall votive with an image of Our Lady of Guadelupe rises at one end, an icon of Mary Mother of Peace looks out from the center, and purple asters grace the right.
Simply arranging these items on a chest in my bedroom has drawn down a collective spiritual energy. Every morning I bless the spirits of these mothers and feel their blessing in return. I talk to them when I pass by, and they prompt me to pray for the needs of the world—the Libyan disasters, the rise of food insufficiency, war.
Last summer I encountered another compelling ritual of attention and reverence, a ritual born of loss. Day Schildkret, the creator, tells of a time 10 years ago when his grief over his father’s death and a major breakup of a relationship had sent him into depression. The only thing which nudged him out of the house was his daily walk with his dog. One day, some beautiful amber mushroom growing under a eucalyptus tree drew him, so he sat down and meditatively began to arrange these and other natural shapes into a beautiful design. Then leaving the piece to natural destruction reinforced for him a lesson about the transience of life. Once shared on Instagram, this practice of creating morning altars has now spread across the world. https://www.cbc.ca/arts/morning-altars-to-process-grief-he-makes-beautiful-earth-art-and-lets-nature-wash-it-away-1.6624261
PRAYER
God of sacred encounter, with you the desert, a forest floor, and our own homes are little altars everywhere. This day awaken us to see your presence where we knew it not. Amen.
DEVOTION AUTHOR
Dr. Pat Saxon
Cathedral of Hope
Proclaiming Christ Through Faith, Hope and Love
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