Epiphany 2 - Year B
1 Samuel 3:1-10, (11-20)
When life outside our experience clamors for attention, we find we are formless and void, we have no database in which to encode data.
Samuel didn’t have it. Eli didn’t put it together the first time around. Blessed be persistence that refuses to let us have the out that Scrooge tried - “an indigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato.” No, eventually we have to put down our explanations, so finely honed, and say to the universe, “Huh?” and “Here I am.”
To finally acknowledge a mystery is to paint a target on your mind and heart that the mystery be birthed in you - that you will live out your revelation.
May you lift from the ground all the revelations that have fallen about you and toss them to the sky. So is trust evidenced and gained.