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.
Sunday, March 13, 2016
God does not fit in a Box
“Every word, every image used for God is a distortion more than a description.”
― Anthony de Mello, One Minute Wisdom
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we spend way too much time trying to capture the Sacred
we have our images
our tomes, filled with profundities
our doctrines
we study
we declare
ah, what fools we are!
we cannot capture God
in our words and our thoughts
any more than we can capture the wind
our philosophies and ideologies
become entombed flesh
and ultimately rot
and stink of deadness
God is all about empty tombs
and about glimpses of the holy
that can only be lived and experienced
in the morning sun,
in fresh snow on the mountain,
in the laughter of children
grab hold of that moment
when you know you love
and know you are loved
remember being in a lovers embrace
and the sloppy kiss of your child (or grandchild)
remember a smile,
or the eyes of compassion
remember an act of kindness
given and received
remember that moment
grace full
burden free
when you walked lightly
grab hold of that moment
for in that moment,
for just that moment,
(before you start to think about it too much)
God is
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