The priest had been talking for a long time. I agreed with some of what he said, but disagreed with more. My thoughts started to wander. "Dear God. Forgive me my negative attitude. Please don't hide for me. Please show me your grace in spite of my lack of being able to listen to the priest's words".
I looked up at the wall where the sun made a colourful pattern on her way through the glass windows.
A few words from the sermon reached me......"we are like coloured stones"......The words got life, the coloured stones were there right in front of me. My mind, which had been knitting a grey pattern for some time, opened up for God's colours. A few at first, but soon a whole rainbow. The pattern changed.
I couldn't open up to the priest's sermon by myself, but God gave me the right key and the words unfolded. Coloured stones. Coloured because God's light shine on them. God's holy light. Too bright, too strong, too hoy to reach me directly, but found its way through the patterend glass in the church windows.
Shine your light on me God. let me be one of your coloured stones.
Photos: first one from Durham Cathedral, second one from a Cathedral in Mexico City
