It was Sunday. I woke up early to drive to All Saints Church in Seattle, about 40 minutes north on the freeway. Traffic was light, and so I had time to get a coffee before the 9AM pre-service meeting at church was underway. Yesterday was my third Sunday back at All Saints, a church I have attended since 2004. I was honored with the opportunity to read the scriptures before Pastor Bill gave his talk: Matthew 18:21-35, and 1 Corinthians 13:4,6.
It was an excellent sermon, and I took a number of notes. I think my delivery of the scriptures gave me a heightened awareness of them. My notes read “Feelings that we can’t see are deep roots which have to be thoroughly worked out of the ground.
When someone wrongs you, it creates a debt. This debt must be absorbed by someone.
When we get hurt we reduce the other person to their sin: liar, betrayer, thief.
It is not loving to be passive.
Bitterness, anger, and unforgiveness change us into the evil that was done to us.
It is not loving to seek justice.”
Last night I found myself without a place to go. All Saints concludes its services at around 1PM. I was in Seattle, but I do not have a home there anymore. I wanted to go somewhere to journal, sit and be. That is when I remembered Saint Mark’s Cathedral on Capital Hill. There are few places in Seattle which evoke the feeling of “sanctuary.” Saint Mark’s is one of the houses of God where people are truly free to rest, pray, listen, and listen to God.
I am very thankful for having homes in Seattle, places where I can rest.
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