He also spoke of a trip in 1990 to Peru to an area that was in the midst of a twenty year drought. He was there with a group of fellow theologians who had gone there to work with the local people. One of the members of his group was a Roman Catholic woman who wanted to attend mass early each morning. Because it was not a safe place to be alone, Mark went with her. On the altar was a scraggly plant. He told of the priest offering communion, and the deacon cleaning up afterward, putting things away. There was a small bowl with water that the deacon carried carefully, reverently. And in the same way he watered that scraggly plant with this bit of water. Mark spoke of this as “the miracle of attentiveness.” I told him after worship that this, “the miracle of attentiveness” was my takeaway today – and he told me I was correct.
On the Welcome page of this blog site I speak of looking closely at the world around us. It is an amazing place – yes, complete with suffering and inexplicable hardship and loss, but as well with beauty wherever we are open to look for it. My camera – no, not my camera, but either the battery or the charger, is misbehaving of late but I have “stubborned” through capturing a picture that has called out to me for several days. I am amazed at the designs that have taken shape – just because. The designs would not be so beautiful had they not been seen, had I not been attentive. My prayer for each one of us in the coming week is that we be open to the miracle of attentiveness; only God knows what wonders may be revealed.