Uncommon Cold

I have a fresh, rare cold and am oddly grateful for it.  It slowed me enough to perceive some things the Spirit has been trying to get through for quite awhile. 

I am waking up to a call to be vocal--again.  This page has been silent from quite some time--since the last time I wrote on God calling me to speak.  Oops!

I am waking to the seemingly relentless horrors we as humans visit upon each other, to the glory of God and Her creation, and yes, to the glory of being human.  The glory of God is the human person fully alive cried Irenaeus.

Do be advised.  Being awake means being fully alive to it all: the glory of creation, of our potential, and the disaster that looms as a result of repeated forgetting.

We forget that we are not the apex of God’s overflowing love into creative power.  We forget that we are not the center of the countless universes. 

We forget we are boundlessly loved—and empowered to love boundlessly.

We forget, even, that we are created.

Our careless crashing about is devastating God’s beloved creation. It is crucial for us to see and name that within ourselves and to each other.  This is not what we are being created for, and is so much less than we are capable of being.  It is crucial to name: we have the power to choose, and so are accountable.

This wave of waking brought me to my knees this morning.  Weeping-laughter of a deeper yes and deeper trust in the One I call God/dess came as my eyes were opened to more than ever:  the glory, the horror and many shades in between.

The incredible gift and privilege of being call out to me: Live with open hand, open mind, open heart and let this amazing life overflow as much as you can bear—and then allow more flowing because we do not bear it alone.

The awareness of the glory and horror brings me to bursting, pulls me to write, leads me to sound a call for all:  Dare to be dreamed by God and wait.  Only when that waiting is ripe, let God’s dream come through you.

It is worth it, so worth it, to know the bittersweet agony of becoming human, that my soul says a holy MORE to life, to love, and to the hope—the promise—that is our legacy as people of God.  “Yes! More!” was not always so for me. I’m waking up!

So with God’s angels, with Jesus, with the wisdom of ages I call Wake up! Fear not!  Do not fall prey to despair, especially in these days that bring new injustices ordered daily.  God is ever-dreaming us and inviting us into the sacred dream of a life of love and flourishing for all beings.   Each of us is essential.  All of us are needed. May we be co-creators in birthing God’s dream for this world She so dearly loves.