“Going Underground”- A Message from Pastor Kaji

July 27th,2023 Categories: Weekly Letter

Sunday July 23

This week’s meditation focuses on the questions:

Dear Church: 

Last week we launched our summer worship series: Restore & Elevate with the topic of shielding. We continue this week with what I’m calling: Going Underground. Guided by the 139th Psalm (my favorite!) we will reflect on the wisdom of silence, and how God speaks to us when we retreat to a space just for us.

For preparation, I suggest a little challenge, particularly if this isn’t a regular practice for you. Set a timer and an intention. And just sit somewhere quietly. Adapt a Kabbalist practice: decide that you either want to speak to God for that time, or that you want to listen for God in that time. It requires nothing more than that. 2 minutes might be a stretch for you. 5, 7 minutes might be, too. Whatever your stretch might be: try it! See what happens. That’s ideal preparation for Sunday.

God bless you in the noise and the silence, whichever you find.

Pax Christi,
Pastor Kaji

Scripture: Psalm 139
O Lord, you have searched me and known me.
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from far away.
You search out my path and my lying down,
and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
O Lord, you know it completely.
You hem me in, behind and before,
and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is so high that I cannot attain it.
Where can I go from your spirit?
Or where can I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there;
if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.
If I take the wings of the morning
and settle at the farthest limits of the sea,
even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me fast.
If I say, ‘Surely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light around me become night’,
even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is as bright as the day,
for darkness is as light to you.For it was you who formed my inward parts;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
that I know very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes beheld my unformed substance.
In your book were written
all the days that were formed for me,
when none of them as yet existed.
How weighty to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
I try to count them—they are more than the sand;
I come to the end—I am still with you.O that you would kill the wicked, O God,
and that the bloodthirsty would depart from me—
those who speak of you maliciously,
and lift themselves up against you for evil!
Do I not hate those who hate you, O Lord?
And do I not loathe those who rise up against you?
I hate them with perfect hatred;
I count them my enemies.
Search me, O God, and know my heart;
test me and know my thoughts.
See if there is any wicked way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting.