I sat at my desk at 6 am cup of coffee in hand turned looking from my window across the little par 3 golf course at the houses on the far side of our development. The sun will officially rise in half-an-hour. The moon is waxing gibbous, almost full, as it sets almost matching the sun rising.
My eyes closed for it is meditation time. But I looked out only a few moments later. The moon was gone.
It was only a moment. And the scene was gone.
How often for us. There is the moment.
- We could greet someone new at our community or organization.
- We could say a word of consolation.
- We could open a door or take a load for someone.
- We could give a hug or a smile.
- We provide food for someone, buy a cup of coffee, or give a homeless person the extra food we’d boxed to carry out from the restaurant.
There was the moment. Staring us in the face. And, as they might say to me at the golf course, we whiffed—missed the ball. The moment is gone. We didn’t act. We missed the moment.
Faith Venture 
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