Everyday, at the daybreak as I wake up,
another one thousand four hundred forty minutes are placed into my cup
to spend and to use for myself,
in this here and now,
with others in this world.
In the peace and quiet of the early morning,
before the hustle and bustle of the day begin,
I take a few of these minutes
and turn them into moments
with my heavenly Father
Moments in prayer make the rest of my minutes sacred.
Minutes are spent through out the day and are gone forever.
Moments with God are saved and they make my life go forever.
I allocate my minutes to my different activities:
a time for exertion and a time for rest,
a time to eat and a time to burn those calories,
a time for Facebook and a time for face to face encounters,
a time for writing and a time for reading,
a time for loving and a time for being mean,
a time for bumbling and a time for making amends.
But my moments of prayer are timeless.
There are no ticking seconds that lapse into minutes.
There is only an abiding Presence
that neither fades nor goes away.
There is perpetual and enduring Breath around me,
the Spirit who whispers in my ear tenderly,
“Be still and know I am God.”
And I just keep still and listen
in this timeless moment.
Blessed the people the Lord has chosen to be his own.
At daybreak, Jesus left and went to a deserted place.
The crowds went looking for him, and when they came to him,
they tried to prevent him from leaving them.
But he said to them, “To the other towns also
I must proclaim the good news of the Kingdom of God,
because for this purpose I have been sent.”
And he was preaching in the synagogues of Judea.