I’m sitting in class in the Nielson Renewal Wing. I’m teaching Spiritual Formation to a group of six students. The conversation has been lively and as usual, I am enjoying the time spent with Reynolds Institute students.

Now I am lecturing, and I notice, all of a sudden, that no one is paying any attention to me. Like most teachers, I understand that if I am speaking, and no one is paying attention, the students aren’t getting what I am saying -- so I stop. Everyone is looking out the window at the spectacle on the road.

“Okay, guys. What’s happening out there?” I ask, standing so that I can turn and see the show myself. A parade of wild turkeys is headed past the Inn down the road that leads to Jack’s house. We watch the turkeys together for a few minutes, and then I call the class back to order.

Inwardly, I am pleased. It is good to know that even when I am doing my best work, it only takes a small, casual wave of the Creator’s hand to mesmerize his people and captivate their attention. His handiwork is astounding, infinitely creative, far surpassing anything I could ever imagine. It’s good to be working with a God like that -- never out of resources, never out of ideas, never out of panache.