There is something about Minnesota in the summer--emerald green grass, iridescent sky, the whole of community grateful, smiling, singing praises that it's not twenty below zero. (They are grateful for the little things in the Gopher State.) I was in the land of the Norsemen to speak at Steve Wiens's event, "Sobriety and Spirit," and to spend time with the communities of Genesis Covenant Church and The Table at Christ Presbyterian. Between Sunday services, I made my way to Minneapolis's Loring Park, to the schools of humans celebrating Pride. They hopped from rainbow colored tent to rainbow colored tent, from food truck to food truck, from the open-air pavilion to the tent throwing a Johnny Cash hoedown, complete with square dancing. Through and past the people I pushed, past the carnival food and the face-painting station, and I made my way to The Basilica of St. Mary standing guard over the north side of the park. Past its steps, past the prayer labyrinth mowed into the side of courtyard, I entered by way of the transept doors and sat on the first row. Simple music--piano and voices--filled the basilica like baptismal waters fill a font. My nose burned with the smell of fresh incense. Light streamed through the rose window. It was the place of an ornate peace.
An usher approached from the side, offered me a program--"Solemn Vespers for Healing an Hope," it read--and he invited me to the sacristy. Making my way beside and behind the altar, I looked up, saw the stony feet of saints carved from marble. There was Mary, too, her arms outstretched toward Loring Park. "Come children," she could have said, but she was silent as rock.
Time was not on my side (I had another service to attend), but when it is the hour for healing prayers under vespers lights, it's best to participate. Behind the altar, behind Mary's back, I sat with more modern saints, and we sang for the victims of Orlando, for the violence of a country, for the violences of our own hearts.
"As the evening sun moves toward the golden rays of dawn, we long for peace in our world, in our homes and in our hearts. Gratefully we sing:
Praise and thanks to you, God, Redeemer."
[tweetherder]Healing and hope--this is the want of men.[/tweetherder]
I exited the basilica and was carted to The Table at Christ Presbyterian Church, my last event of the weekend. With my new friends in Edina, Minnesota, I shared a story of community and freedom, of hope connected to connectedness. I'd like to share that message with you today. (It begins at the 17 minute mark.)
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