Mia Jameson

Mia Jameson

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Large or SmallLarge or Small

I’ve noticed an interesting fact.  During the winter months when it is cold on the beach, only a few people pass me as I walk; some days I see no one else.  Almost all of these people stop or, at the very least, smile and give a nod of acknowledgement.  Today I walked on a sun-drenched, crowded beach, among a group of sunbathers, fishermen, swimmers, and beach sitters/walkers.  As individuals passed one another, there was no nod, no smile, no acknowledgement.  It’s as if the more people there are, the less friendly we become.  Is that true in churches too?  When there is a large congregation, do we hide in the crowd and fail to smile and greet one another, content to be separate and apart?  Are small congregations friendlier or is it that people feel more comfortable in small rather than large groups and make the necessary signs of greeting?  How does God want us to relate to one another regardless of church size?  Forgive me, Father, when I fail to greet my brothers and sisters.   Help me reach out to others most particularly in large groups where some may feel overwhelmed and lonely.  In all congregations, may I remember that you are the host and we all share your invitation, now joined as one. Amen.

Empty CallsEmpty Calls

Just before morning’s light, a whip-poor-will settles in the tree outside my window and begins his monotonous “whip-poor-will” cry. Again and again, breaking the stillness of the night, I hear his plaintive call. He never varies its pitch or rhythm—just the same notes repeated, echoing. Sometimes I worry that my prayer life resembles the monotonous cry of that bird. I bring with me in preparation for my talk with God a laundry list of “Please do this,” and “Complaints I want you to hear,” and “ Here’s how I think these things should be handled.” Then I wonder why my time with God seems sterile and fruitless. Lord, it’s difficult sometimes for me to think and feel what I am saying to you; my mind wanders as I touch on various subjects and I lose focus. Please forgive me when I waste my prayer time. Help me to attend to our time together, keep my heart, mind and spirit in your reach and help me learn to be silent to hear your responses. Forgive my empty calls in the night. Amen.

Wrapping a GiftWrapping a Gift


  I wrapped a birthday gift for a friend today, and wanted something special with which to decorate it.  I thought of lavish bows or artificial flowers, but they lacked appeal.  Suddenly my eyes fell on today’s stash of sea shells; their beauty and grace captivated me.  I glued them on the wrapped package, joined by streamers of colored ribbon.  The shells captured the beauty and delicacy of the sea, intricate husks of once living creatures, still incredibly lovely in their opalescent splendor.  I thank you, dear Lord, for the exquisite beauty of these shells, for the complexity, their abundance, their grace.  You bless our world anew each day with gifts of delight.  Like these discarded sea shells, may our bodies too be made beautiful by the message we carry. Amen.