Daily Prayer 365

Day 77
Wednesday, November 16, 2022


“I know every bird in the mountains,
    and the insects in the fields are mine” says the Lord.  —Psalm 50:11

My mom was raised in a Bible-thumping Baptist church, but when she married my dad, she became a Unitarian, and they raised their children on the Big Bang theory and evolution. By the time I was seven, I could name each geologic period and its major milestones as I jumped rope. At night I dreamed about the way the earth shifted from one age to another. Today I hike with my dogs (descendants of prehistoric wolves, thirty thousand years ago) in the Middlesex Fells Reservation in Massachusetts, a woodland carved by the Laurentide Ice Sheet twenty-five thousand years ago. Birds (Cretaceous period, 65 million years ago) seem to complain about our presence, but the turtles (Mesozoic era, 220 million years ago) don’t care. I believe in science. But when I am on this trail and a bald eagle or a great blue heron soars over the water, I know I am in the presence of God.  —Marty Kingsbury, Cambridge, Massachusetts, The Sun Magazine, October 2019

From bald eagle to ground squirrel, from turtle to turtledove, your creation makes my heart soar, and your spirit is near: in the places where life—wild and free, tame and domestic—is fostered, draw near, O God, this day. Amen.  —The Reverend Dr. Katie Snipes Lancaster

November 17, 2022

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