The new saints are coming!

It’s not easy being a saint! Or even wanting to become one, especially through Texas Summers, as this one has been!

 Sometimes it’s time to replace your saints, there is a changing of the guards. This St Francis (the old irish catholic family who lived here, left him to hold the fort), has been with us since we bought this house many years ago. He served well, welcoming the animals, and representing healing for the earth.

 He always reminds me of my Noah calling to love and protect creation; and also the squirrels like him. The same saint shows up in our place in San Fran!

 But it’s not easy being a saint, and the wear and tear of being on earth, eventually causes your shoulders to fall off, and your wires to show.

 I found his younger brother for him this week, and brought in some re-inforcement.  A replacement saint! A second string saint. I relate to that.

 These are the days we are in. Time for new saints to step up to the plate, or mold, as they say. Time for a new style of leadership. A leaner meaner, in kindness of course, more direct authentic, transparent, story telling saint.

 I think the older one felt relieved! He did well, and is still standing, though gaunt at best—yet, he ran the race, or held a space of Peace, really well. Well done, old saint.

 Now to new seasons, new generations of understanding how to interpret, steward and bless creation and one another! We need lean saints now, ready to run with wisdom, and like Jeremiah, interpret the times from the heart and mind. Hopefully this new guy is up to the task. That’s my prayer for him; I’m praying I am also!

Choose your saints wisely, just like your enemies, because they do define you, in the end. Anyway, it was time for a new garden in the city saint. A garden in the city saint, i’m interested in that profession.