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Here’s a song I wrote to say thanks to my congregation on my ordination. I wrote it last week—the lyrics basically came out start to finish while I was walking one morning. That hasn’t happened for a while. I made a few edits, and it took a while to find the melody, but it was a pretty quick process. Sunday reminded me what matters most is simply presence. Grace shows up when we're chatting in the hallway or having coffee or telling stories. And somehow my digressions and my faltering words and my awkward moments fell into grace. Somehow they were translated by love.
Here’s a blessing to take with you:
As you go, may you take the hand
of your Divine Mother
who guides you in gentleness and peace.
May you trust in her wisdom.
May you feel her joy at your presence.
And may the armor of your heart
fall away
as you are fully-known—
that you might live openhearted,
part of this great company
of grace.
Go in peace.
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By Aaron AustinHere’s a song I wrote to say thanks to my congregation on my ordination. I wrote it last week—the lyrics basically came out start to finish while I was walking one morning. That hasn’t happened for a while. I made a few edits, and it took a while to find the melody, but it was a pretty quick process. Sunday reminded me what matters most is simply presence. Grace shows up when we're chatting in the hallway or having coffee or telling stories. And somehow my digressions and my faltering words and my awkward moments fell into grace. Somehow they were translated by love.
Here’s a blessing to take with you:
As you go, may you take the hand
of your Divine Mother
who guides you in gentleness and peace.
May you trust in her wisdom.
May you feel her joy at your presence.
And may the armor of your heart
fall away
as you are fully-known—
that you might live openhearted,
part of this great company
of grace.
Go in peace.
Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.