Thrice Reflected

Worship at it's best is a dialogue. In my experience, a prayer or a sermon is inspired by some person in the community, past or present.

After I share my reflection on that inspiration, I get still yet another wave of the Spirit wash over me when another member of the community offers their reflection on my reflection on their reflection.  This past week I have been meditating on Priscilla of whom there are only a couple of tantalizing references.  This is Carol's poetic response:

Captivated, Chosen

Who was she –

That Priscilla of so long ago?
What mystery unfolded
To awaken our re-imaginings?
How did she work her way through
The aperture of our consciousness?

Once, long ago
In the days and nights
Of Christ-Light beginnings,
In the time when the very air
Still shimmered with holiness,
Still vibrated with new awakenings

She was there: captivated, chosen

By the holiness of Spirit
To participate, to walk beside
The Saul who had been transformed,
Inspired to record messages
For the suckling church.

Was it she

Who offered courage,
Comfort, solace
To her friend and brother
In his journeys abroad,
To the Paul who gave his all?

Perhaps by our re-membering,

We can read, reflect and dream her back
Into our collective consciousness,
Until, with Prisca and Paul,
We participate in the sacred work
Of resurrecting our faith to new levels of love.

Carol Grace Scott

November 11, 2013