Falling

Last month I fell at church. I took a tumble at the head of the stairs on my way to coffee hour. I’ve had a number of spills in a variety of other places, so I’m kind of used to it.

What was so reassuring about falling down at St. Peter’s was the knowledge that love and kindness would quickly come to my aid. In the blink of an eye several parishioners had hoisted me to my feet and assisted me on my way.

It’s quite simple to draw parallels between that experience, and what I’ve read of God’s love throughout the stories of the bible. The people of the Lord seemed to always be stumbling in opposition to their covenant with the Almighty. Each time, however, they have been lifted up when they have had faith enough to cry out for help.

I will no doubt fall again. It would appear, however, that everything I’ve learned points to the hand of a God that is ever ready to reach out from all directions and lift me up again, regardless of what has caused me to falter.

As published in the May 2011 issue of "St. Peter's Press," the monthly newsletter of St. Peter's Presbyterian Church in Spencertown, New York. At the time of publication, Phillip was in the middle of the fifth of what will be eight volumes of the handwritten bible.