In recent weeks there have been several occasions to recall some splendid moments spent in cathedrals both in Europe and over here in the US of A. There are some extra meaning-filled stories that still come out of those experiences.
Helen Keller, one of my personal heroines, is buried in the National Cathedral in Washington, D.C. That I did not know until a number of years back I has the sacred privilege of partaking of the early morning Eucharist (like on that particular day, very close to sunrise...).
The priest that morning pointed out her burial crypt, and used part of her most remarkable life story to illustrate the spiritual truth he was sharing. The sacred silence, way down under the cathedral, as we partook together of the bread and the wine*** was one of those holy moments that still lingers in this olde mind. For a few minutes we were left to ponder our own lives in relation to Helen's, and ultimately in whatever our relationship might be to God.
The several times I've been back to the National Cathedral I've carefully, quietly made my way down to that same space, and sat and pondered. There is sacred space there.
Just a few minutes from now I will be on a FaceTime call with one of the exceptional developing leaders I mentor. This man I've known all his life...all 33 years. His father and I were college buds, back in the last century...and that closeness remains in my memory, though my friend has also slipped through the "thin veil" several yeas ago, and stepped into eternity, after also having significant impact on thousands of people in his lifetime.
Having conversation with this young friend, and getting on all his email, FaceTime, blog places, I was intrigued by this picture on one his recent posts:
.......this is Helen Keller with Charlie Chaplain on the 1919 movie set of Sunnyside. Today I found this statement about her, as well: On June 1, 1968, Helen Keller dies in Westport, Connecticut, at the age of 87. Blind and deaf from infancy, Keller circumvented her disabilities to become a world-renowned writer and lecturer. Helen Adams Keller was born on June 27, 1880, on a farm near Tuscumbia, Alabama.
MMMmmmmmmm...pondering all this today, while doing my daily exercise routine, it's been one more reminder that though age is beginning to creep into my bones and the fibers of my body, with some aches and "stuff" showing up, I welcome the inspiration that Helen had to make the most of her life against almost insurmountable odds. Helen could neither see, nor hear. I can. So can you...I hope.
Therefore, what are you and I going to make of this day, this moment, the rest of all the moments we will be allowed...what are we doing to make the most of who we are, with all the possibilities you and I have to live, fully alive, with purpose, focus and hope? For today, this is what's rumbling around in the still fertile mind of this Wednesday with Wes......................