The stuff of God

“He was more practitioner than advocate, in the way of believers whose religion is so intimate they keep it to themselves.”
~ Lief Enger, Virgil Wander

“Be humble because you are made of earth. Be noble, for you are made of stars.”
~ Serbian Proverb

What if it is the very mixture of humility and nobility that makes us the stuff of God?

What if our faith were about what we emanate, rather than what we proclaim?

What if instead of focusing on causing and creating, we focused on allowing?

Allowing the raging river of the source of all things to flow through us unimpeded.

Allowing ourselves to be what we are, who we are, true to what we were given.

Allowing rest and rage and rambling.

What if we allowed the questions to rise without answer, the confusions to surface, the uncertainty that sits in the shallow of our souls to break free and fly?

What if all that allowing was the actual key to the universe.

“Your mind cannot possibly understand God. Your heart already knows. Minds were designed for carrying out the orders of the heart.”
~ Emmanuel

As you travel through your holy weeks,
holding up the tent of your self-made self,
bravely,
resolutely,
fearfully,
may your eyes settle on the perplexities of your heart,
and may they recognize there, salvation.

May the startling inconsistencies that live hidden in your depths
burble up and be met,
impossibly,
with welcome,
joy,
relief.

Breathe deep.

May you take courage
as your tent topples,
and may the God you’ve kept corked
begin to wriggle free
and escape through your pores,
light for the world.