Last night I did the prayer labyrinth at our church with a group of about 15 Jr and Sr high students. All the chairs were packed up from our usual Sunday morning worship space unveiling the labyrinth that hides beneath our feet week in and week out. As we removed our shoes that well-worn carpet became to us sacred space.
The labyrinth was ringed with small candles shimmering in the slowly darkening room as the final rays of sunlight said goodnight. There in the flickering darkness we walked the labyrinth. Following in the footsteps of so many others, we journeyed back and forth through twists and turns watching our feet to stay on the path. Looking ever forward towards the center we journeyed towards pile of pillows and trifecta of large citrus orange candles that beckoned, so near and yet so far away.
One by one we wove our way to the center circle and seated ourselves upon the colorful pillows. Side by side with friends, we stared into the dancing flames, and they drew us deeper into the center of our own souls. In the stillness and the silence we listened as the Spirit whispered through the room enfolding us in loving arms.
Today at lunch I stood before the Labyrinth again, but this time I was surrounded by a much older crowd. I watched as creaking bodies made their way through the Labyrinth at a much slower pace than the night before. Encircled by the flickering candles my heart welled with joy at the Spirit’s work in our midst. Young and old, we are all in the labyrinth of faith together.
And so my heart now weighs heavy as I read about the chaos and evil and pain experienced by our Christian brothers and sisters in Kenya. My soul mourns for these people I have never met. We are bound together by faith, connected in Jesus. American, Kenyan, we are in the Labyrinth of faith together. Let us not lose heart in the face of such great evil. Let us not be overwhelmed by the darkness that threatens, and above all let us not forget those near and far who walk the labyrinth with us.