I’ve been retired just over 18 months. For a couple of years before I retired I started thinking and planning how I would spend my days in retirement. Rather than an end of my career I viewed it as the beginning of a new career, of what I was intended to do in this life, of finally fulfilling my purpose in life. My plans included starting every day with celebration of a new day; daily exercise, meditation, reading more than I had time for when I was working. I was going to spend more time intentionally connecting with God — exploring new spiritual practices, writing about encounters with Spirit, teaching and healing. I was going to get up every day, excited about what I was going to do that day to fulfill my destiny.
Alas, best laid plans…. Life often does not turn out as we had expected. It becomes just one ordinary day after another.
It’s not that I have not been productive. My days have just been more mundane than I anticipated. Thanks in part to Pastor Bo I have jumped into the church with both feet, a little blood, lots of sweat and at least a couple of tears. But when I wake up in the morning, I have to admit that the Divine blessing of another day that the Lord has made has not been foremost in my mind. Coffee is first on the agenda; breakfast a close second. I check my calendar to see if I have to do anything that day at the church, but not with the mindset of doing God’s work. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that I don’t enjoy the work — I do. I just don’t think of God’s immanence in the process.
However, this spring has introduced a renewed clarion call as I wake up in the morning. I sleep with the window open. Shortly before sunrise I start to awaken as lone robin raises her voice, heralding the coming of a new day. Soon, other voices join in — wrens, chickadees, finches. Even the raucous voices of crows add to the beautiful harmonious orchestration, welcoming entry of the life-giving and life-sustaining sun god into the great throne room in the temple of the heavens. It brings to mind Isaiah 6:1-3:
In the year that King Ussiah died, I saw the Lord, He was seated on his throne. His long robe filled the temple. He was highly honored.
Above him were seraphs. Each of them had six wings. With two wings they covered their faces. With two wings they covered their feet. And with two wings they were flying,
They were calling out to one another. They were saying, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord who rules over all. The whole earth is full of His glory.”
“Holy. holy, holy.” indeed. That early morning serenade of birdsong-praise inspires my day with an infusion of the Divine as I come awake, calling me into new day where the mundane is not so mundane. It is in fact sacred.
Then I heard the voice of the Lord. He said, “Who will I send? Who will go for us?”
I said, “Here I am Lord, Send me!”