Most of us, at some time, will have heard it said that sculptors – well, classical ones like Michaelangelo – have a sense of what is in the stone slab, and they enable it to emerge with their chisel and mallet. They deal with the fine detail, minute by minute, but their eye is on the whole.
I guess you all know what a murmuration is. Someone captured a recent spectacular massive collection of starlings over the sands at Blackpool, and it wowed everyone who watched it on the tea-time local news programme. For that phenomena each bird knows the detail, whatever that is, and it is the whole that is what the rest of us see.
I was at Nexus last night. Some folk from All Saints, some folk from elsewhere, but ready to listen, then expecting to chip in their own ideas. I wasn’t leading, so it was a delight to watch Mark set out his questions, and watch the answers he, kind-of, expected to emerge, rather like a sculptor.
There was also a sense of murmuration, in that some patterns emerged that no one person was aware of, but all could behold as we stopped to look.
And that was the experience this afternoon at Prayer 613, with individual prayers overlapping and coalescing. A real sense of offering of worship in honesty before God, and an emerging pattern of purpose and glory of Him we love and address.
Thank you Holy Spirit.