In an hour, I'll meet with my spiritual director, the good Fr. Greg, and my 30-day silence will be over. Not that I have much of desire to talk. And though we've been in silence here, I've visited with family, hung out with the local alkies, chatted with the folks in the ER, and have made my way out to cell reception many times during this month-long Ignatian retreat for phone conversations.
Still, it has been a real retreat.
Yesterday, sitting on the wide expanse of lawn that leads down to the ocean, I thought: What if love, real love, the love God has for us, is so utterly beyond our limited comprehension, so completely other than our little categories and systems and weighing and measuring and fears that?....
I realized I couldn't possibly generate that love by myself. That upsurge of emotion and feeling; the willingness to suffer in order to share the beauty: those come from somewhere beyond me.
What if every hair on our heads really were numbered?
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What if God loved me not only as much as I love him, but infinitely MORE?
FROM FIRST LIGHT, A DAILY THREE-HOUR EXTRAVAGANZA
What if, as Meister Eckhart said, "God is greater than God?"...
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I WAS THERE WHEN HE WAS BORN!
HALIBUT POINT, ROCKPORT, MA