Holy light

I spent this morning in the presence of a holy man.  The best part of the waiting comes on days like today.  If I weren't waiting, I would have been too busy to have this experience.  If I were all neat and pulled together, I doubt I'd spend as much time seeking out voices of wisdom and maturity.  If I were settled into something new I'd be doing that. Maybe I'd see someone outside of my normal circle now and again but would I be present or would I be glancing at my blackberry every few minutes.  I can't adequately describe what happened or why it was so special. The beauty of the holy is it's elusiveness, it's overpowering gentleness. My soul is fed by holy encounters, my energy vibrates with gratitude for the experience - be it walking on the beach in Malibu or kneeling in a church or the amazing moments when you see God in the person sitting across from you. Today I was privileged to hear a life story, a human narrative marked by tragedy, love, failure, greatness, grace.  It was mythical yet delivered with stunning and genuine humility.  It was the kind of story that reveals God in the world, in my friends life, in my life.  Is there a greater gift than being the source of light that shines God directly into soul of another?  I think that might be the truest and most important call and I'm thankful for the holy man who spent his morning with me and did just that.