Every second Thursday of the month, Kirk and I attend a contemplative gathering at a local church called Wellspring. It’s led by ordained artist and writer Jan Richardson and her immensely talented musician husband, Garrison Doles.
We love it so.
It’s a very simple service held in a tiny side chapel at the local United Methodist Church. The people who attend come from a wide ecumenical background and are beginning to feel a bit like family now. Garry shares his wonderful music with us. We read scripture together. We sit in long silences together. Jan shares a beautiful reflection that ushers us through the church year. We share conversation as a group from the places we’re sitting in our pews. We break the bread of Communion.
I love every single aspect of this service, but one of the things I love the most is the chance to let my spirit rest.
We slink quietly into the chapel, where Garry picks softly on his guitar and others sit quietly—listening, praying, being. We slide into our usual spot in the back pew, set our things down, and settle in.
I close my eyes and breathe deep. I can feel the settling settle over me.
Time for rest.
My spirit is at peace in this place. I’m welcome here. I’m invited to notice God. I’m thankful.
The Wellspring service is a still point for me.
Do you have a space like this that is a still point for you?