Sunday is the only day of the week that everyone can agree is sacred. Whether you attend church, masque, fast or feed the homeless, Sunday is the day we take care to replenish the spirit, whether it’s through acts of selflessness or self-care.
Because I usually spend the day running errands early in the day, buying flowers or grocery shopping for the week, I tend to listen to Sunday sermon broadcasts on the radio. My understanding is that even though I don’t practice a particular religion, the word is still a word no less. And every so often I find myself pleasantly surprised at just how divine spiritual texts are in their essence.
The most recent sermon I tuned into focused on Revelations 22:2. It reads:
“Then he showed me a river of the water of life, clear as crystal, coming from the throne of God and of the Lamb, in the middle of its street. On either side of the river was the tree of life, bearing twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit every month; and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.”
Not only was this significant because it reaffirmed my belief that plants are master teachers and the cure for disease, but because this was the second verse written in the twenty-second chapter of revelations.
For me, There are a lot of spiritual breakthroughs that happen in my car. Yes, that’s what I said: my car. It could be symbolic: me moving from place to another on a spiritual level. Or not. Because all things hold more meaning for me than most, I’d go with the former.
It was the willingness to be vulnerable and open to receive messages as the universe would have it.