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.
Tuesday, August 7, 2018
close to God
I was in a Q&A session recently with a somewhat earnest,
young seminarian whose hand popped up and said, Pastor Nadia, what do you do
personally to get closer to God? And before I even realized I was saying it, I
was like, what? Nothing. That sounds like a horrible idea to me.
When it comes down to it, my spirituality is most active not
in meditation, but in the moments when I realize God may have gotten something
beautiful done through me despite the fact that I'm an asshole.
Nadia
Bolz-Weber
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When do I feel closest to God
It’s a good question
Do I even try to get
close to God, really
I mean seriously, the Sacred is scary stuff
Uncontrollable
Undefined
Powerful
Life changing
Irresistible
I have to admit I have never really found a “sense” of God
By reading the Bible
Ore even prayer
Although I pray all the time
I say “help” about 100 times a day
And “I’m sorry” about 100 more
I feel closest to God, when my dog gives me his lopsided grin
And when the sun comes up
I feel closest to God when suddenly
In the midst of all I am doing I stop, and realize that I
have actually helped someone
It might be small, like opening a door for an older person
It might be stopping by the house of a “ranch widow” just to
say “hi”
It might be when the light seems to come on in someone’s
head and heart
In therapy
It might just be when I am silent, when I want to speak
Or speak when it would be easier to be silent
Getting close to God is about
Doing what is easy
Doing what is hard
Doing things intentionally
Doing things by accident
Doing things big and small
But doing them
While muttering under one’s breath
Always
Always
“help”
and
“I’m sorry”
and
“thank you”
And doing them in love
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