April 26, 2022

The Eastern Phoebe will not be ignored. The Phoebe calls its own name over and over and over again: “Phoebe! Phoebe! Phoebe!”. Much like Hodor in Game of Thrones. 

No one wants to be ignored, overlooked, forgotten. We are like Phoebes – relentlessly calling attention to ourselves. We can pipe down, though, because God sees and loves you – no attention-getting antics necessary. “Can a mother forget the infant at her breast, walk away from the baby she bore? But even if mothers forget, I’d never forget you—never. Look, I’ve written your names on the backs of my hands.” (Isaiah 49:15)

Your name was written by the hands that were pierced.

“We thank you, heavenly Father, that you have delivered us from the dominion of sin and death and brought us into the kingdom of your Son; and we pray that, as by his death he has recalled us to life, so by his love he may raise us to eternal joys; who lives and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.” (Saturday in Easter Week – BCP)