The tables outside were set, ready to be used, and empty. As the sun gently said goodbye to everyone without regard for their standing, I was amazed at the quiet conversation between the restaurant staff. Every table and seat was known. Care and attention flowed naturally. Handoffs, assists, and covering the gaps all came without apparent oversight or undue coordination. Everyone was on the same page.
In the chaos of life, I lose track of the details. Keeping order is never easy, especially with time working on one’s memory. As I contrasted the restaurant scene and my actions, I found myself wondering where on the spectrum of seamless clarity to occasional confusion Divinity lands. In my uncertainty and doubts, Life reminds me of my experiences in preparation for the day ahead.
There is a certainty in Divinity’s presence. I am reminded with each sunrise, the blossoming of a flower, and the sweep ripeness of a fruit, that Divinity is always at work. The attention to detail is all around me. I experience it in the cycle of life with the food that sustains us. It is repeated in the relationships that give life meaning, from the celebration of a new life to the emotional goodbyes when one we love has passed. Independent of human response, Divinity uses a range of events and actions to express her love, kindness, and care.
Divinity is never confused. Like my father and mother before me, I have mixed up the names of my children. I smiled in response to my father’s explanation that it was our relationship that defined us, not the names we used. Perhaps this is true in his life and mine. In contrast, a writer observed another truth; “Did God ever say to an angel, ‘You’re my Son; today I celebrate you’? Or, ‘I’m his Father, he’s my Son’?” (Hebrews 1.5). Life likes to remind me that every response Divinity has had in my life has and continues to be tailored for me. Divinity is, always, personal.
My goal today is clarity in every action and word.
