I am presently having a late night moment of communion. This is not a “traditional” mode of worship – it is almost four in the morning, I am falling asleep at the computer, and yet it is precisely this time when  I find a synchronicity with God and the Universe that gently washes away the insanity of life in New York. It is not in the cacophany of the regular Sunday service when I find my center – although making a joyful noise every Sunday is vital to my spirit – but, no. It is in these late night moments of silence when God settles deep within me and cradles me out of restlessness into serenity.

It is with great expectation that I await the fall that I might experience this with others.