It seems hard to find joy in our troubled world, particularly in the last few weeks. Pain and violence and our dark history - these are so present and heavy and fundamentally heartbreaking. And then the first dahlia bloomed in my front garden, and yesterday after I participated in a very hard conversation about racism I looked out of the window and there was a robin sipping water from a puddle on the deck, and a few moments later a hummingbird visiting a red flower. Little signs of the holy, it seems to me. Of joy.
Deacon at St. Aidan's