July / August 2012 Summer Song – Pastor Ron de Groot A small wooden flute, An empty , hollow reed, Rests in her silent hand. It awaits the breath Of one who creates song Through its open form. My often-empty life Rests in the hand of God; Like the hollowed flute, It yearns for the melody Which only Breath can give. The small wooden flute and I, We need the one who breathes, We await the one who makes melody. And the one whose touch creates, Awaits our empty, ordinary forms, So that the song-starved world May be fed with golden melodies. - Joyce Rupp The songs of Summer have always invited us to relax our hectic pace of life. It seems as if Summer invites those last stragglers of Spring to come out and play! The message of the Gospel is just such an invi- tation. Calling us out of the darkness of our long winter into the warmth and breezes of Summer. It is an invitation to let go of the to do list and simply enjoy the moment. Children instinctively know how to do this and that is probably why it is such a struggle to hold their attention at the end of the school year. Perhaps our Summers are invitations to be- come the instruments of which Joyce Rupp writes. The songs of summer are calling us to allow the breath of God to move through our small wooden flutes. We can make music with our laughter, wonder, lingering evenings on the porch, splashing in the water and tending our gardens with gratitude and joy. Blessings on God’s Summer song through all of you!
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July / August 2012 Summer Song –Pastor Ron de Groot
