On muting everyone in a Zoom

 They're a bit fidgety I thought as I glanced at the screen.

I was playing a piece of music to help us focus, and pray, during our Zoom worship.

Then I noticed the little red microphone that was crossed out on my screen too.

It would seem that in muting everyone to help us focus, I'd also muted myself.

Instead of  being lost in wonder, love and praise, today's worshippers were faced with a picture of Alvin Slaughter.

Rather than praying, "Holy Spirit, rain down" along with us, (we could still hear it), they were trying to get my attention while I had my eyes closed.

I turned the mute button off, just in case, and a look of relief crossed their faces.

I then carried on praying, and it wasn't until much later, I realised one of them had sent me a text saying, "No sound, Karen." Bless them, not one of them interrupted the worship to tell me I'd messed up. They're used to it. My Zoom skills are not great, but I'm grateful for their acceptance of my flaws. 

A few hours later I prayed again the Sabbath blessing of Pete Greig.


'May this day bring sabbath rest to my heart and my home.

May God's image in me be restored, and my imagination in God be re-storied.

May the gravity of material things be lightened, and the relativity of time slow down.

May I know grace to embrace my own finite smallness in the arms of God's infinite greatness.

May God's Word feed me and His Spirit lead me into the week and into the life to come.'


I am a person of finite smallness.

That's ok.

I rest in the arms of God's infinite greatness.

We all do.

Thank the Lord for that...


Lots of love xx


                                                 


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