Amidst all of the spring-cleaning of the last few days, I came across a rosary that I had purchased in order to experiment with a variety of prayer techniques set out in a course on deepening our spiritual roots and I remembered the richness that it had offered me in terms of new ways of connecting with God.
I cannot recall how it came to be cast aside, and caught up in a pile of junk in my dressing table drawers. Most likely I had gotten caught up in the junk of life – the rushing around, the busyness, the routine, the administration.
Rediscovering it has started me thinking around the significance of symbols.
There can be much power in symbols.
Each time a rainbow appears in the sky, God remembers God’s covenant with Noah and spares us from the wrath that our stubborn, self-seeking, disobedient humanity so greatly deserves.
Whenever a rainbow appears in the clouds, I will see it and remember the everlasting covenant between God and all living creatures of every kind on the earth. Genesis 9:16 (NIV)
Yet when we see the rainbow, is that the first thought that we share with our children as we stare in open-mouthed wonder at all the pretty colours bursting out of the canvas of darkened sky: that God is renewing a covenant made thousands of years before our time, yet honoured even today?
And what symbol have we adopted in turn to remind us of the covenant that we made with God when we opened our lives to God? A crucifix? A WWJD bracelet? A Bible? A pebble?
I think that the God who uses stories and symbols, elements of every day lives to help us remember how much we are loved and at how great a cost, can be honoured by each of us finding a symbol, a talisman, that we keep close as a regular reminder of our commitment to and covenant with God.
What will your symbol be?
simply seeking the Son
that Love may rise graciously to life -
both in me and through me.