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Sunday, February 22, 2026

Tired of Waiting

“We cannot arrive at the perfect possession of God in this life, and that is why we are travelling in darkness. But we already possess Him by grace, and therefore in that sense we have arrived and are dwelling in the light.  But oh! How far have I to go to find You in Whom I have already arrived!”

― Thomas Merton, The Seven Storey Mountain

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Sometimes I feel like I spend my life

living “in between”

 

Between two worlds?

Between “heaven” and “hell”?

Between ignorance and understanding?

Between the beginning and the end?

 

There is always this tension

between what I know to be true

and what I experience as true

between promise

and actuality

 

I am both/and

I am a child of heaven and have feet mired in the ooze

I am loved by the Sacred, and yet often feel so unlovable

God dwells in me, and yet God often feels so distant

 

In grace I have already “arrived”

And yet the destination seems so far away

 

Perhaps the real spiritual task

for me, for all of us,

Is to realize, become awake to that

our connection to God, or rather God’s connection to us

is always changing, evolving

We move from grace to grace, glory to glory

Stumbling all the way

 

The key to growth, to maturation,

to growing up into Jesus,

is not “trying harder.”

It is (as Isaiah would put it),

“waiting”

 

What does it mean to “wait upon the Lord”?

 

I think it means to hope, to trust, to listen, to hear

to reach up, in the midst of our stumbling journey

and find that the hand we sought

childlike

to lead us on

was there, all along

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