It has always been a challenge to bless and uplift without pointing a finger. The signs that honor our gods are posted all over the town square. Underneath any beautiful morning lie colors waiting to be thrown into the sky. My hope remains suspended between nothing and infinity waiting for the divine particular. One day there will be a way to bring all the pieces together without fear.
Hidden God, beyond the horizon, underneath the nearest stone, behind the turn of the earth, within the veins of dropped leaves; we turn and turn again and you spin around us with yourself; come into our lives with things that do not need to be observed for our attention wanders and the shiny has replaced the simple. Amen.
"It is desire that saves." - Simone Weil We wait for g*d outside of us, playing some strange game of hide-and-seek, giving a destination to which we will never arrive despite our active searching and seeking, leading us astray to chance upon discovering what is most holy in our lives.
It is easier to escape G*d than it is to escape the idea of god shared by those who love god with a certitude replacing the familiar rhythms of day and night, up and down, in and out, death and life.
Surrounder, Caller, Bringer, the unbroken and constant call of your names leaves no room for others to be before us, and yet we hunger for one more. Open the corner of our eye to see in the dim gray of our side vision another version, new and exciting, as the day we were born. Amen.
The hubris that one can control their own resurrection and the hiddenness of the virus make need more visible. Sometimes aesthetic sense fails to develop even in the hardest times so perhaps God is theology's greatest invention. We do not recognize that we continue to benefit from the shameful history of our ancestors. When the center is on fire engage the periphery for choosing where to begin carries a great deal of power. We argue about what we care about attempting to get our story straight and inviting the hope of hopes into hopelessness.
God whose glance covers the cosmos with attention give us a gaze that aspires to leave nothing out of the order and chaos that surrounds us for the sucking void hides what can be precious Amen