Over the weekend, I experienced a sacred tomato moment. As I cut one into pieces, I was overcome with memories of my grandma, Verona. A plate of tomatoes often sat on her kitchen table in the late summer, a jar of sugar nearby to sprinkle on top.
Returning to the reality of my own kitchen, I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. They were the kind of happy, sad tears I think of as a special sort of holy water.
One slice of tomato. One sacred glimpse of the nearness of God.
It’s funny. I teach and preach about God’s nearness every day, but in my own life, I often forget. I suppose we all fail to notice life’s tomato moments from time to time.
But maybe you don’t like tomatoes or soup or gardening. No problem. None of those elements are required. God is all around, all the time.
Savor the details of your life. Take note of those precious moments when something ordinary transforms into a holy reminder that every day is a gift from God.
For over eight years, Emily Carson has delighted readers of the Rochester Post-Bulletin with her weekly column. In this, her first collection of essays, journey with Emily as she uncovers the sacred in community, love, joy, grief, frustration, justice, peace, and… just about everything.