As a Midwest transplant, refugee, or whatever term we can use, I have these moments when I am up on the mountain or in the desert and am struck by an incredible view, and I say “This! This is why I don’t live in Ohio anymore.” Yet..there is another reason too. We do have incredible views here, and so much more is hidden from our sight in the back roads, off the pavement. One thing I have encountered too, is that with the magnificent views, some people say they do not need to go to church. They can find God in nature, in the huge vistas. Okay, but… A jewel of our Catholic heritage is our aesthetics, the beauty of our architecture, the rituals, the music...some 2000 years of tradition honing this, adjusting to various cultures and innovations…. And people will say amid the ritual, in the building, and in the sacrament they can only find God; no where else. Okay, but… There is truth to both, but not the whole truth. And to grasp a larger truth, it can be necessary to grow in our w...
St. John of the Cross, Dark Night of the Soul. One of my favorites. I picture him in deep meditation and becoming one with God, yes a love poem to God. Incredible beautiful. Love your interpretation of "My house now being at rest". Total emptiness. Everything "suspended", as he says, just him and his God. Thank you for mentioning this.
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