Everything Must Change

Along the winding path, the first path, we face not only the sudden changes in our lives.  We come to see that change is what life is: it's what time is, it's what time does, it's how mystery unfolds.

Since hearing our jazz band play this tune in church last week, I can't get enough of it.  I'm singing it the car, humming it in the shower, tapping it out skinning vegetables for a dinner salad.  "That's the way of time / nothing and no one goes unchanged."

Spiritual life offers me a way, a path--not a way around, but a way into.  There's a way into the changing of things.  There's a way into the grief I'm experiencing around my dad's death.  There's a way into the shifting rhythm of God's call, God's invitation.  Everything must change.  And God offers me companionship.  And music for the journey.

"Winter turns to spring / wounded hearts will heal / but never much too soon / yes everything must change."  Along this winding path, this first path, I look for friendship, inspiration, a community of open hearts.  Mystery awaits.