Going Inside the Sanctuary...

 "Faith is different from theology because theology is reasoned, systematic, and orderly,

 whereas faith is disorderly, intermittent, and full of surprises....

 Faith is homesickness. 

Faith is a lump in the throat. 

Faith is less a position on than a movement toward, less a sure thing than a hunch.

 Faith is waiting." 

"Frederick Buechner"

Faith...

I suspect that even 

in the midst of my dark nights of the soul

somehow, someway

that 

intuitive part of my DNA 

has always known and always 

believed--

--in spite of all

my doubtful

skeptical kind of ways

that 

there is 

a Mystery of sorts

and

I don't mean a bearded guy sitting up in the sky with a record book---

but 

something

Energy

Molecules

Creative Wonder

that 

was/is/will

always be

bigger and more powerful than myself.

I suspect

this Mystery

or my Faith in the Mystery

has been  and continues to be

part of my "saving grace"--whatever those words mean--

or should I say

my sanctuary of sorts.

I can't always say

that 

my intellect

can or will ever be able to define 

this Mystery

and

I'll admit

I don't always get it even a little bit...

but

there is something

that draws me

sustains me

holds me

enfolds me

.....

IT

MYSTERY

calls me home when I once again lose my way 

IT

pulls me 

toward 

CREATIVE WONDER

goodness

mercy

and

IT

offers me grace.

I don't get IT.

Can't define IT.

but

in the midst of 

my ordinary 

day...

IT comes

comes in the air I breathe

in the wind on my face

in the sun on my skin....

It is in 

atoms of note and voice 

zooming through the atmosphere

hitting 

membrane moving

jumping synapses and entering my brain....

IT

is 

in every person I encounter

IT is the Sun, the moon, the stars...

the trees, blade of grass and even atom of dirt.

Creative Mystery

Saving Grace

chaotic

frenzified

wonderfully awe inspiring...

My Sanctuary.

and even when I can't admit what IT is I believe in

I sense IT

feel IT

and

am held up by IT.

Sanctuary....

Home...

Blessings on this Thursday Morning.....

The Radical Rambler....