Seek the Lord while he may be found,
call upon him while he is near.
Let the wicked forsake their ways,
and the unrighteous their thoughts.
For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
says the Lord, nor are my ways your ways.
For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.
For as the rain and the snow come down from heaven
and do not return until they have watered the earth,
making it bring forth and sprout,
giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater,
so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth;
it shall not return to me empty,
but it shall accomplish that which I purpose.
Two years ago, my spiritual director said to me: ‘You are in Ascensiontide, and Pentecost remains hidden: ‘stay here in the city until you have been clothed with the power from on high.’ (Lk 24)
It has been a long, and often times beautiful Ascensiontide. I will go to the Cathedral this Thursday to remember and give thanks. And then, by the grace of God, it will be Pentecost at last.