On the sabbath day we went outside the gate by the river, where we supposed there was a place of prayer; and we sat down and spoke to the women who had gathered there. A certain woman named Lydia, a worshiper of God, was listening to us; she was from the city of Thyatira and a dealer in purple cloth. The Lord opened her heart to listen eagerly to what was said by Paul.
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I have a friend who traveled to Greece and Turkey. He traveled with others to visit locations associated with the Apostle Paul. He brought back a gift - a small, decorated stone from a shop near the place described in this passage. It is literally a touchstone for me. By touching it, I am connected to this ancient place, a river, a dealer in purple, Paul, and my friend. The stone creates a place for prayer in the hands of one with an open heart for the story. We all need a place for prayer whether it be outside, by a river, in a blue chair, by a candle flame, or justing standing alone in your living room holding a stone from a far off place.
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God, make our places holy with your presence. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
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