Text: Psalm 46
It’s hard to be still.
If you make the space, the time, the effort, to still your body and to simply be, without distractions, chances are one of two things will happen. One possibility is that you’ll fall asleep, which is a pretty good indicator that you’re not getting enough of that. The other possibility is that even though you have stilled your body you will quickly discover that it’s even harder to still your mind. Thoughts, images, anxieties, old conversations, plans for next week, what you wish you would have said on the phone call, the cleverly crafted phrasing of your next Facebook status update, what you’re having for supper, what you wish you were having for supper – the mind is not easily stilled. Our feet may be resting in one place, but the squirrel in our head keep bouncing around, these thoughts keep clamoring through our brains as if they run the place.
It’s the Sunday before Thanksgiving, we have a Bountiful Table spread before us, and the lectionary Psalm, Psalm 46, contains this phrase that feels like something of a prelude for entering into a spirit of gratitude. “Be still and...