Rev. Dr. Kate Winters
Having risen later than usual, I have company as I write. I can see Joel in the kitchen gathering ingredients for a pot roast stew we will share tonight with Julie, a friend coming to visit from Wisconsin. He whistles as he gathers the onions and goes to the refrigerator for the carrots. Everyone can tell when Joel arrives to a place by that ever-present whistle. He brings with it a spirit that is light and kind. The atmosphere is changed when he walks into a room. Yes, I have a bias towards my husband, but there aren’t too many people who would disagree with me. Except, perhaps, for those who have a problem with joy.
The friend flying in from Wisconsin also has a very particular presence. A nurse, health and wellness instructor, and spiritual director, Julie’s face is one of deep compassion. She has a way of stilling turbulent hearts. It was to her house I needed to go after my mother suddenly died. I was beside myself with anxiety and grief. She brought me back to myself where I could begin to face this new reality. Once her pastor, she now encourages my spirit to grow and expand in new ways. Her presence is one of healing.
The book I am currently reading is by Howard Thurman, theologian, pastor, and mystic of the 20th century. A man of his time, the language of his book Meditations of the Heart is heavily masculine, particularly in references to God. But for some reason I am not as disturbed by it as I usually am. His spirit feels wide and inclusive. I am finding that he names some things that I have felt in my experience lately that give me peace. He writes: “A ground of calm underlies experiences whatever may be the tempestuous character of events. This calm is the manifestation in life of the active, dynamic presence of God.” (p. 29)
In the hospital, just after my heart catheterization and being told I needed triple bypass surgery, I found in the midst of it a deep calm flooding through me. A kind of comforting silence. Yes, I am afraid, but there is something in me deeper than my fear. With Rev. Thurman I can only attribute this to the “actve, dynamic presence of God.”
On this snowy morning, God has come to me in three faces. The face of my beloved, whistling Joel, the face of my dear friend, Julie, and the face of a deceased author who somehow shares my experience. Joy, healing, and peace are mine in this moment. With what face does the presence of God come to you?


