After watching Jesus ascend into heaven, the apostles’ go to the upper room. In that upper room they wondering what Jesus’ ascension into heaven could mean. Where did Jesus go?
They hunker down to make sense of it all.
Have you ever hunkered down like the apostles?
Gone to that familiar spot. That urban trail where the daisies grow. Behind the refuge of a door that locks or at least blocks out interruptions. To a cabin nestled among the loons and birch. To a sanctuary.
When the world acts up yet again. When a concert of budding music goers turns into a target for violence. When profit is valued more than health. When people are treated as commodity.
You hunker down.
And press the mute button for a few minutes.
To hear the still small voice cutting through the noise.
When my children get too noisy, I often say to them,
"Sshh. Quiet down. Listen for a minute. What do you hear?"
Breath and heart, mommy.
You’ve hunkered down too, haven’t you?
It’s like devoted prayer. Centring us back to the love, life, and grace of God.
When your heart is pulled in many direction.
Sssh. Listen to the pulse beat. It’s a gift. It’s God.
When the stress, or hastiness or the hurtfulness takes your breath away.
Sssh. Listen to your breath. It’s a gift. It’s God.
Have you ever hunkered down to catch a glimpse of God with us.
If you haven’t, you are long over due.
Jesus comes to a world in need, in a breath, in a heart beat.
Offering an abiding peace and a love on top type of victory.
Working love in the very fabric of the world, in all and through all.
What possibility. What promise.
That’s a whole lot of breath, and hearts beating.
(If we’re bold) 7.5 billion to be precise.