tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109603095868745109.post8117812948322937370..comments2007-12-13T00:42:53.884-06:00The Rev. Stan Runnels--Rectorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10716305832722736559noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109603095868745109.post-5460897250705650392007-12-13T00:42:00.000-06:002007-12-13T00:42:00.000-06:00I've met Jesus in the fingers of a street chap who played our piano in the Parish Hall for some time. He was so talented! He hadn't played in years and was drinking coffee to warm. I knew him from the neighborhood. He now has one leg from the diabetes gone wrong, so I only see him when he is in the hospital. Then there is the chap who comes everyday to see if we need anything done and to be sure all is well around here. He serves. Today he was a carpenter for a door that was loose on a hinge. He fixed it and laughed when we decided to wait until spring to open the front door to do repairs. He is the neighborhood carpenter. <BR/>Perhaps Jesus is faceless and waits for his Spirit to move us. Perhaps he is quiet waiting for us to ask him in....into our hearts, into Church for breakfast or coffee. Perhaps he needs a pillow to appear on the first pew as he sleeps in our Nave in peace. Perhaps he comes in the face of the man who turns fresh deer hit on the highways into meat for pantry's in the northern part of our state and many others. He feeds the flocks. Maybe he is in the form of the kids sorting tons of potatoes that go to those who come to pick them up...free for the giving. Free will? Perhaps he is in the mirror waiting for me to go forth into the world in peace...to love and serve!<BR/>Peace be with you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com