Summer Solstice

When I was a kid, summer was like magic.  During those summers long ago, I would wake up in the morning with a rush of possibility.  There would be this fierce sense of joy that would fill my chest as I contemplated the day to come.  

And those days would last so long, wouldn't they?  When I was young I wanted to wring every bit if adventure out of those summer days and nights.  I would stay outside as long as I could---until it was almost too dark to see.  

One memory seems to stand out for me today--it's one that I've brought to mind over and again throughout my life.  

In my mind's eye I can see myself at age 10, catching fireflies with my cousins in the gathering South Carolina dusk.  My parents are young--younger than I am now.  My grandmother, four uncles and my aunt are alive and laughing.  

It was a holy moment, and it is a gift to be able to recall it with such vivid detail.  

In the New Testament, there is a Greek word that gets used to describe holy time: the word kairos.   This word speaks of the "fullness of time," or a moment when the space between this world and the next becomes thin enough to actually feel the presence of God.  

There's a heaviness that comes with that feeling.  The air is thicker.  Time seems to slow. You feel a rush of possibility--a fierce sense of joy.  The ancient Hebrew people described this as the kavod or the "heaviness" of God's glory.  

Frederick Buechener spoke of this once when he wrote of a similar experience, "It was not much and lasted only for a moment before it was gone. But it happened--this glimpse of something dimly seen, dimly heard, this sense of something deeply hidden."  

On this, the longest day of the year, may you approach it with a sense of joy and possibility.  May you find the thin places where you feel God's glory.  May you have glorious moments of kairos time with friends and loved ones.  

And may the grace and peace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you now and always. Amen.