I often think of where I am as in the in-between, but part of me chafes at that language because I'm not in-between anywhere. I don't intend to go here or there, I am here and that is where I am. I think it's like the difference between being and becoming; going, coming and being present. There is nothing for me behind me or in front of me, only here where I am now. I am a sheep, and when my shepherd changes my pasture I will move then, but for now I think I'm going to take a nap.
"Sometimes I wonder if faith is like these brief moments of witnessed light, when we turn around just in time and glimpse the transcendent." Such a powerful statement and post. I'm sitting here nodding my head in "Amen"!
Yes! What comes to mind is the whole human process of maturing, of leaving behind the black-white thinking of childhood and surrendering into the gray ambiguity of mature thought, capable of holding multiple and even conflicting viewpoints all at once. For my faith, that looked like leaving behind the Gd of Sunday School and finding the Gd of Life — changing, messy, and muddy, yet still offering here and there the freeze-frame moments of absolute beauty, pure thought and sheer grace.
I often think of where I am as in the in-between, but part of me chafes at that language because I'm not in-between anywhere. I don't intend to go here or there, I am here and that is where I am. I think it's like the difference between being and becoming; going, coming and being present. There is nothing for me behind me or in front of me, only here where I am now. I am a sheep, and when my shepherd changes my pasture I will move then, but for now I think I'm going to take a nap.
"Sometimes I wonder if faith is like these brief moments of witnessed light, when we turn around just in time and glimpse the transcendent." Such a powerful statement and post. I'm sitting here nodding my head in "Amen"!
Here's to what we find in the in-between....thanks for naming this.
Yes! What comes to mind is the whole human process of maturing, of leaving behind the black-white thinking of childhood and surrendering into the gray ambiguity of mature thought, capable of holding multiple and even conflicting viewpoints all at once. For my faith, that looked like leaving behind the Gd of Sunday School and finding the Gd of Life — changing, messy, and muddy, yet still offering here and there the freeze-frame moments of absolute beauty, pure thought and sheer grace.