Pentecost +16 - Year C
A part of the fear and wonder of life is the way in which we are shaped and reshaped by transformations of mind and responses to circumstances. We are knit together and periodically are unraveled and reknit—practically snake-like or snail-like.
Even if a frame is known, what is surprising is the geometric fashion in which it scales.
Imagine if you will coming to a last thought of G*D. Might it be related to a first word? Let it be . . . . I am still with you. If “it is good” is a first word and If “steadfast love” is a last word, might “blessed” or “beloved” be a connecting word? If so what might keep us from hearing that for ourselves and hearing it for others until they are able to hear it for themselves? Wrestling with our resistance and our attraction to this procession helps clarify darkness into light.