Centering in Word and Silence
This story is taken from Walking Toward Morning, by Rev. Victoria Safford.
A few years ago a friend of the family had [lost his way home. He had] a great gravity of need. His partner in life was leaving, and his four teenage children, whom he’d held as babies and loved and raised all this time, had all but stopped speaking to him. He’s a baker and an artist, and his business was in tatters…One night…he called to tell us about an anonymous note someone had mailed to his bakery. We weren’t at home, so he read it into our answering machine.
“Hey guys. Listen to this note that someone sent today: ‘Sir. You have saved my life with bread. Thank you. An old friend.’”
Our friend was silent for a long while…Then came his voice again, asking, as if we could answer through the tape, “What do you think of that?” He was quiet, then said, “It makes me think of an old Ojibwe song, the ‘Song of the Bird’: ‘Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while the wind is bearing me across the sky.’”
That was his whole message, and not long after that, it seemed…by grace and his own will…our friend was healed.” And found his way back home. www.uucb.org/sermons/2003092101