I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!
Arthur Darby Nock
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; And only he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
Friday, July 19, 2013
Where O Where is God?
Donald Miller begins his book "Blue Like Jazz" with these words:
"I once listened to and Indian on television say that God was in the wind and the water, and I wondered at how beautiful that was because it meant you could swim in Him and have Him brush your face in a breeze.
I am early in my story, but I believe it will stretch out into eternity, and in heaven I will reflect upon these early days, these days when it seemed that God was down a dirt road walking toward me. Years ago he was a swinging speck in the distance; He is close enough now I can hear His singing. Soon I will see the lines on his face."
a wise man once said
that if you are not in everything
you are in nothing at all
as I sit in the vague light of early dawn
as I see the sun burning orange atop the horizon
and listen to the final hoots
of the night owl
as I watch the earth once again gain color
this day as I remember
my dear friend Sharon, facing cancer
and her loving husband
as I think of my sister
who faces her future without her Dan
as I think of the people I will meet this day
as I struggle
to find something
anything to say this Sunday
that is authentic
I realize that
the only way to walk through life
is to realize that all is sacred
is to understand that you are the breeze against my cheek