When I summon up the memory of faith of my earliest life, I find it acquainted with fear, but not fear alone. Longing lived there too, and moments of transport, and of comfort, and of bracing vastness of possibility. That was all there for me sometimes when I plunged my into the Bible’s puzzles; and it was always there in the music of church. I wouldn’t have said it this way then. But I would feel all the cells in my body as I sang hymns that connected my little life with the grandeur of the cosmos. the Christian drama across space and time. This was my earliest experience of breath and body, mind and spirit soaring together, alive to both mystery and reality, in kinship with others both familiar and unknown. That’s one way I’d define the feeling of faith now. Who am I to speak for God? But this I believe:
If God is God- and that in itself is a crazy shorthand, begging volumes of unfolding of the question- he/she does not need us craven. He/she desires us, grateful and attentive and courageous in the everyday.
what is delightful? who is smitten? is this your religion? your awe? your deep care?
inquiry for today~ when the heart is stripped bare, then you may sit within your inner urgency…..
As swimmers dare
to lie face to the sky
and water bears them,
as hawks rest upon the air
and air sustains them,
so would I learn to attain
freefall, and float
into Creator Spirit’s deep embrace,
knowing no effort earns
that all-surrounding grace.