“May His face shine upon you and bless you..” Great words that are sung by my favorite singing band from Scotland. Almost every morning as I sit at this desk, awaiting the dawn and looking at my two email accounts (one for business of sorts, the other one more personal) I cry most times when I hear that song. More than I cried when I was at home for lunch and played the moonlight sonata on the piano, In my sisters forbidden room. Just a grade school child, seeking more than words and home alone for my lunch with Casey and Roundhouse Rodney. They were there for me at noon from the rabbit eared TV on the kitchen counter. As you can surmise, music has been my pathway to joy and unity with the creator of it.

What happens then when I hear the thunder in my head, tears roll down and the peace overcomes me, often for hours afterwards? Why me to have this gift of harmony and joy?

“I thought you’d like it” comes the answer. More than I can understand, but yes, I do like it. More pleasing than those first 5 notes of the sonata is the bagpipe chanter and violin of the song, ‘The blessing’

When I then sit in my comfy living room chair and begin to read some Nouwen or Lewis I have a fresh spirit and the words go deeper and once again, I am open to His voice and gentle nudging to look upon the world anew. Julie sits nearby in her comfy chair and once in a while we share out of our thoughts. Clarification is needed at times as our thoughts are a bit lofty and can be confusing to each of us as we are both in different contemplation’s of faith.

If we are on this schedule it is pleasing to look out the big door windows and see the world, sometimes anew. A pheasant and some springtime robins that are hopping around in the newest falling snow, perhaps looking for breakfast with a puzzling look upon their little beaks.

Time to get more coffee and perhaps, build a small fire in the stove nearby. In the kitchen it is a bit warmer from the radiators we put in 30 years ago. It’s not the same as the wood stove however.

Our children are at work now, one overseeing a big machine shop, the eldest managing sound at the large church campus about 65 miles away. Indeed, the blessings from our lord have fallen upon our children and His face has also fallen upon them and blessed them and us with his mighty hand and outstretched arm. I thank Jesus and the Father and there is the blessing to thank Him for and often, speechless with joy I cry. He said that he collects every tear from joy or sorrow in His bottle. Those tears are an for annointing with the gladness that passes all understanding. It’s pretty good, Jack Gator

with much thanks to Steph Mcleod and Celtic worship