I’m always disappointed when a church provides no information on their website about their labyrinth, its purpose or how to utilize it. Unfortunately, most of the labyrinths I have visited at churches have little or no signage or information about them.

All Saints Episcopal Church, located at 1322 Kimball Ave, Richland, WA 99354, gets a big high five and gold star ⭐️ because their labyrinth was easy to find and their website clearly explained its purpose.  🎉

Labyrinth at All Saints Episcopal Church in Richland, WA (photo by Evan Rupert)

I was tired when I arrived in Richland, WA and for reasons I don’t understand, I took NO pictures of this labyrinth- either that or my iPhone ate them (I’m pretty sure my iPhone ate them 🤷🏽‍♀️).

Even though it was still early in the day (just after noon on September 26, 2022), I was feeling worn out.  I wasn’t physically tired- I was emotionally and spiritually disoriented.  I was just a few hours from my destination and I knew where I was going-  I even had a roadmap to follow, but I still felt lost… I was disconcerted and out of sorts.    Those are the moments when I most need, seek and expect some clarity and intercession from God. I didn’t get it- at least not in a way that I understood.

Instead, I got:

“I’ve given you all the answers you need for now.”

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
“Seriously!?  Seriously, God?  Are you kidding me right now?”
 
No, no,  he was not kidding.  There was nothing to be gleaned from my stop there.
 
Or was there?

Instead of answers, reassurance and a feeling of renewal, all I can remember from my brief stop there was a feeling of frustration.  There are only two other things that stood out in my mind- enough so that I had written them down as notes to myself- two ‘snapshots’ of what seemed to be significant moments in time, despite their inaneness:

First, I noted the lady across the street who looked like she was on the verge of being dragged down the street by her dog- an energetic and rambunctious black lab mix. My instincts told me that I was not there for personal revelations, but as a reminder to myself that we are here to help others, and that our path in life does not always direct us somewhere just for our own benefit.

Despite that thought, I defied my impulse to walk over and show her a trick I’d been taught for how to quickly and easily teach a dog to sit on command. Even as I continued to watch her trying to convince him to sit (he would not), I resisted the urge to help.  The whole scene felt like it was running in slow-motion, and even though I felt like it was supposed to have some sort of significance, it also felt… contrived.  It was weird.

Image by voodoo96 from Pixabay
The second thing that I remember is staring intently at a Goat Head thorn.  This thorn, sitting in the middle of the labyrinth path, stuck in my head as relevant, but I had no idea why. Perhaps, there was a message in that, too, but I clearly wasn’t interested in listening clearly enough to get it.  🤷🏽‍♀️
In retrospect, all the frustration I felt at that time was due to my sense of expectation and entitlement.
It was not one of my finer moments to shine.  Not. At. All.
So back in the Tahoe I went- on the road again.
 

What, other than my disappointing behavior, stands out to you here?

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