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Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
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Thursday, August 18, 2016

On Being Found

“For most of my life I have struggled to find God, to know God, to love God. I have tried hard to follow the guidelines of the spiritual life—pray always, work for others, read the Scriptures—and to avoid the many temptations to dissipate myself. I have failed many times but always tried again, even when I was close to despair.

Now I wonder whether I have sufficiently realized that during all this time God has been trying to find me, to know me, and to love me. The question is not “How am I to find God?” but “How am I to let myself be found by him?” The question is not “How am I to know God?” but “How am I to let myself be known by God?” And, finally, the question is not “How am I to love God?” but “How am I to let myself be loved by God?” God is looking into the distance for me, trying to find me, and longing to bring me home.”
― Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Return of the Prodigal Son: A Story of Homecoming
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God ( or however you want to image the Sacred) finds us
in the most peculiar places

on a dusty road, deep in the country
at 5 am

on a city street
as humanity flows violently around us

in a church pew
when, in spite of the best efforts of the minister
we are found by the Divine

In our struggles, in our pain
In our victories, in our joy
In our power
In our weakness

Everywhere
We are found
And each time we learn the same lesson

We are loved

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