“We were made and set here, the writer Annie Dillard once wrote, “to give voice to our astonishments.”
The creed of one Christian denomination begins and ends with the words “We are not alone.” And though that is true, sometimes I want very much to be alone, to live on an island with a dog and some nice snacks. And a wood stove. Ok, and some books. And did I mention nice snacks?
I often wonder about Jesus asking us daily to reconsider our lives in discernment while never once mentioning worship as a goal.
Nobody likes rejection. And “family” is a word that forms the etymological base for “familiar.” In other words, we will stay in what is “familiar” no matter how dysfunctional because being rejected for speaking the truth to power will have consequences.
Am I the only one who wonders why Jesus is so rarely pictured as smiling? God-the-Father is rarely depicted in art. I believe it has to do with graven image cosmic copyright or something. But when God is depicted in art – also no smile. It just makes me curious, is all.
This circle of greens on the grass near my home caught my attention last week. Was it a Labyrinth? Was it a Solstice Circle? Was it a Druid Circle? I asked a little old lady on a bench a few feet away. “What is that?”
How do we find our “yes” and our “no”? How do we make the discerning decisions that keep us on our desired path and do not tempt us off our path?
The masks we wear, no matter how glamorous, just get in the way of living life.
I like the Mary I read in our scriptures just like I like the Jesus I read in them. They were quiet. Silent mostly, really.
I suppose it is possible to retreat to a cave and avoid humans after too many disappointments. And if one spins it as a “spiritual calling” then I guess one may be perceived as super-spiritual. But I find its best to remain out there, vulnerable but discerning.