a little while ago, a friend of ours sent me the transcript from the archbishop of canterbury's wedding sermon for prince william and kate. other than that wedding dress, i didn't really get caught up in all the festivities of the royal wedding. but man, that archbishop knew what he was talking about. i'm just writing about one paragraph, but you can find the whole thing here.
Spiritual life grows as love finds its centre beyond ourselves. Faithful and committed relationships offer a door into the mystery of spiritual life in which we discover that the more we give of self, the richer we become in soul; the more we go beyond ourselves in love, the more we become our true selves and our spiritual beauty is more fully revealed.
there are decisions that we make every once in a while (where should i live?), and then there are decisions we revisit every day (where should i pick up milk?). in new york, so much of your life is based off of a few questions and their subquestions: how close is it to a train (and what train?)? how can i get around not carrying that around the entire day? where is it the cheapest? do i even care about the cheapest at this point?
this city is wonderful and exhausting. and through trinity grace church, i've found a lot of people who are deeply passionate about the neighborhoods they live in, the spaces they occupy, and the people they interact with. being intentional is hard work at first - then it becomes your normal.
in the last two and a half years, i've been doing a lot of gardening. a lot of going shopping at the same grocery store. a lot of eating at the same neighborhood joints. a lot of getting little flavored ices handed to me in a dixie cup by a woman i know is doing this to feed her kids. i want to give her more than a dollar every time, but more than that - i want to give her respect. i want to look her in the eyes and let her know that her work isn't in vain and that she doesn't need seemingly rich white girls to give her $5 for a $1 good just to feel like a better person at the end of the day.
these things matter. because with every well dug, well planted garden comes beautiful flowers and plants. and i'm seeing them now. i'm seeing them when i want to borrow some grocery carts so i can move over the block and not rent dollies. i'm seeing them when the cashier has her bridal shower at my house. i'm seeing them when i look around my living room at handsome faces that look nothing like my own - they're eating my food and filling my heart.
love. finding its center beyond myself. the more i give - the richer i become.
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