There once was a time when people believed you could pierce the fabric of the sky and find God on the other side. There he’d be, as grand as a sunbathing puppy, parked on the throne of a castle, basking in his own glorious light.
Today no wisp of firmament blocks the way between my air and space, just blue and blue and blue until you get beyond to black, then vast nothingness that must be something, something we have yet to figure out how to name or measure.
And isn’t that just like God, to keep stretching the horizon by eons wide and long and tall, then, just for giggles, complicating the minuscule, hiding greater and greater fractals in the increasingly invisible made visible so that we have to find new names to name what we’ve uncovered, as if we could discover anything.
God is not hidden nor does he hide himself in throne rooms or genders or space.
You don’t need shears the length of the horizon, scrolls of sacred passwords, or a hole in the floor of heaven, friend.
Nothing separates us from the farthest galaxies, dying stars, solar flares, pivoting planets, swinging moons, and all that vast unnameable space except atmosphere, the result of green things breathing in and out for billions of years so you can find yourself in God right now.
The breath of the Spirit stirs the fir’s branches, carries the cardinal’s song, lifts a lock of your hair.
The breath of the Spirit is everywhere.
Monday Meditation:
Locate yourself in the universe. Where are you right now? What street are you on? In which town? In which county? In which state? In which country? Sandwiched between which other countries? On which continent? On which planet? Between what other planets? In which solar system? In which galaxy?
Now locate yourself in time. How long have you been in this place? How long did it take you to get to this place? If you live here, how long have you lived here? How long have you been alive? How long have your ancestors been in this place? Where did they come from to bring you here?
We have been here for thousands of years in a universe that has existed for billions of years. Bask in the gift of being part of existence. Let the summer breeze carry you and fill your lungs with this awareness, that all around you is God, holding all things together.
P.S. So, here’s what I’m going to try to do here. Every Monday, I’m going to send out something like this little ditty, and every Friday, I’m going to send out some little joys—personal, reflective pieces probably from the last week. I’m hoping Monday Meditations will invite you into the largeness of God, and Friday’s Little Joys will be smaller and more intimate moments. They’ll probably have a lot to do with food, because I love food, or trees, because I love trees, or birds, because I love birds, or people, because I love people. Please feel free to drop your thoughts into the comments!
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