This I believe
The air hung heavy with the morning dew, as we lay on the slope in a mountain meadow in the Sangre de Cristo mountain range, on Philmont Scout Ranch.
I am surrounded by 20 friends, each who had gotten out of warm sleeping bags at 4 am. to climb from the valley to this mountain meadow. We have spent a week together, and have a week of teaching adults about leadership ahead of. But at this moment, we have solitude, in a meadow.
As we lay on plastic ground cloths, quietly waiting for sun to rise, I thought back to the times that I have felt spiritual. And I realized that they were usually at moments like these. Either in the woods, or surrounded by my family.
I believe that God does not happen in church, at least for me. I find God in the quiet moments before the sun rises.
I find God when my daughter laughs.
I find God in the quiet time between being awake and asleep, with my wife.
I find God while snuggling with my family in bed on a Sunday morning.
I find God while sitting in my backyard with a cup of coffee in the morning, or a beer in the afternoon.
So, while on most Sundays you will find me in a pew at Mayflower Congregational Church in Oklahoma City, OK., awaiting Robin’s words of wisdom to challenge my beliefs, if you want to see me in a spiritual moment, you will have to follow me home.
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