Sunday Thoughts

Preston introduced me to Madeleine L’Engle. I have since read two of her books: Walking on Water and A Wrinkle in Time. I recommend Walking on Water for any artist and A Wrinkle for children and adults as well. I have also been reading Glimpses of Grace: Daily Thoughts and Reflections. I do not have the chance to read each day’s entry, but I do try. One from this past week really spoke to me so I thought I would share it here for a rare Sunday post.

I seek for God that he may find me because I have learned, empirically, that this is how it works. I see: he finds. The continual seeking is the expression of the hope for a creator great enough to care for ever particular atom and sub-atom of of his creation, from the greatest galaxy to the smallest farandolae. Because of my particular background I see the coming together of macrocosm and microcosm in the Eucharist, and I call this Creator: God, Father; but no human being has ever called him by his real name, which is great and terrible and unknown, and not to be uttered by mortal man. If inadvertently my lips framed the mighty syllables, entire galaxies might explode.

As I read the Old and New Testament I am struck by the awareness therein of our lives being connected with cosmic powers, angels and archangels, heavenly principalities and powers, and the groaning of creation. It’s too radical, too uncontrolled for many of us, so we build churches which are the safest possible places in which to escape God. We pin him down, far more painfully that he was nailed to the cross, so that he is rational and comprehensible and like us, and even more unreal.

And that won’t do. That will not get me through death and danger and pain, nor life and freedom and joy.

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