If I spent enough time with the tiniest creature, even a caterpiller, I would never have to prepare a sermon. So full of God is every creature. Meister Eckhart

Friday, November 27, 2009

ON MY ASS IN THE GRASS-rough draft

A funny thing happened to me on the way out the church door. My path spiraled right back into the sanctuary. I tripped over a movie, dove back into an unfinished book and, like William Wilberforce sitting on the wet grass in Amazing Grace, I'm trying to figure out if I found God or if God found me. And, like Mr. Wilberforce, I find the whole situation.......inconvenient for the lack of a better word. I keep telling God to go away and like the relative who knows that home is the one place where they have to let you in.......God keeps saying "let me in."

I really wish I could be like so many of the people I see around me. Of course I have no X ray vision to see into their souls, but they seem serenely untroubled by the soul searching that I can't seem to shake.

There I was, supremely prepared I believed to strike out on my own and follow some neo pagan path to spiritual fulfillment only to be reminded that frankly, that view of God is too small. I am strongly drawn to much of Celtic view of the world. The grounding in the earth and the beauty of the created world and that does exist within Christianity. From Iona to Bobbio in Italy, those wandering Irish holy men and women planted their love of God and His creation. It surfaced time and again in Hildegard and Mechtild, in Francis and Ekhart.

Saturday, November 07, 2009


Bandit is the only cat I've ever seen that loves to sleep on their back. Up until recently she only did it when the others were out of the house. Lately she and Lucky have been sharing moms' chair when she isn't in it. And Lucky doesn't yank chains unless she really feels like it.
I really get a kick out of her half asleep grooming. Just a lazy half wash the face and almost make it to the ears.
Just lazin' around.

And then look really cute.