"God is praying in the temple of my body." – Line from a song by Nashville storyteller/songwriter Minton Sparks.

   I was so caught when I heard this line in Ms. Sparks' song that I could only think of a companion sentence: Love is singing through the cathedral of my soul.

   We always think of praying to God. Yet, God, too, is praying within us. Just look at this new spring.

   God's living water flows. Will we drink from that endless river to slake our desperate thirst? Or will we erect damns made from anger, resentment, hate and jealousy?

   I see Love flowing through my two youngest grandchildren, aged three and 10 months. Then I  see how society is pushing my seven-year-old grandson to erect the kind of damn that blocks Love's flow – the same one that challenges us every day.

   Behind that damn, toxins assemble to burn life's agony into our hearts and souls. This poison diverts Love's presence. Instead of letting Love sing, we often open the doors of our lives to all the trouble that fear brings.

   The reality is that all of us, as adults, live in the middle of a damned-up lake – a brackish mix of fresh water mixed with salt. Our lives are  informed by both the clarity of Love and the perversion of poison.  As humans, we struggle to rediscover the wisdom we had when we were three years old an to express that with adult courage. 

   There is hope. We can listen to Beauty. We can breathe Love in the energy of this brand new spring.  

   There is nothing original, perhaps, to say about "spring".  But, there is this joyful truth: This is a new spring. Those daffodils planted early last fall are raising there faces to the sun for the first time.  The old maple sews the lace of new leaves. The lilacs bloom anew.

   It is spring, my friends and Lovers. It is spring my fellow caregivers. It is spring in the now – THIS now.

   God is praying through this spring. Do we hear, smell, touch, feel, see and absorb with all of our hearts the thrilling truth that God is singing through the cathedral of our soul…right now?

-Reverend Erie Chapman