lenten journal

lenten journal: empty chair

Milton Brasher-Cunningham

04 Apr 2020 — 1 min read

chair

Over the past week or so, at a friend’s prompting, I have been posting the covers of books that have been significant in my life--just the covers, no explanation. I thought that tonight I would give a preview of tomorrow’s book (Anne Tyler’s Saint Maybe) and a little bit of explanation.

empty chair

what is the difference between open space and emptiness? vacancy and opportunity? barrenness and belief?

in one of my favorite stories, Ian had a chair in the shape of a hand an open hand a tender hand God’s hand to hold him

I drive by furniture stores yard sales sometimes hoping to see any chair that might offer me the same invitation

Rest well, my friends; remember we are not in free fall.

Peace,
Milton

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