“I am about to do a new thing; now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?”
What is the point of a religious or spiritual life in the 21st century?
After all, science has taken us to the moon and we have seen the surface of the stars;
the mystery religion wants to hold no longer seems seductive.
After all, people still say ugly things to each other and abuse each other’s dignity;
the goodness religion is supposed to give no longer seems persuasive.
After all, we haven’t been able to build the utopia religion has promised us;
the dream of religion no longer seems imminent.
After all, what’s the point?
Where’s the value of religion or spirituality for my educated and enlightened self?
Yet, many days, I yearn for something new
because there’s too much same old same old.
Many days, I sigh
because the cycle of dishonesty and corruption seems
I’m dizzy from walking in circles.
Yet, if I can grab the wall and stand still for a moment,
if I will wait silently,
can I perceive it?
It is quieter than this morning’s snowfall,
but as sure as
the ground it lands on.
It’s calling me
to inhabit these words
[the] new thing;
… [that] springs forth!
to be the one Bible that people might actually read;
to dare to love the unlovable,
to have courage to believe the unprovable
to have eyes to see the invisible.
It’s calling me.