May 28, 2021

I have a small Italian Bialetti stovetop mocha coffee maker. You fill the bottom with water, pack in the Illy Intenso Mocha Dark Roast grounds in the top, screw the two pieces together, set the wonderous contraption on the stove ring, turn on the gas, wait for the gurgle, and then pour out your morning allotment of espresso paradise, all 4 oz of it. Yesterday, I heard the gurgle and poured out pale liquid. I had forgotten to put the coffee grounds in!

I’m guessing that you can relate. Sometimes we just fail to function properly. Sometimes these failures have dramatic – or tragic – consequences. Large or small, they are always reminders of our finitude, our precariousness. So comforting, then, to be reminded that our lives are held firmly in our Father’s hands.

The psalmist says, “My life is in your hands. Save me from my enemies and from those who are chasing me.  Show your kindness to me, your servant. Save me because of your love.” (Psalm 31:15-16)

O Love that will not let me go / I rest my weary soul in Thee.

“Direct us, O Lord, in all our doings with thy most gracious favor, and further us with thy continual help; that in all our works, begun, continued, and ended in thee, we may glorify thy holy Name, and finally, by thy mercy, obtain everlasting life; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.” (For Guidance – BCP p. 832)