The poet sings, “Where is the birthplace of the wind? From what distant lands and shores does it arise? And, wither does it go on its unceasing journey to World’s End?”
Such is the Unseen Universe. We see not. Blind to the brightness of its light.
Yet, as the wind is felt and the reality of its life can be Seen in the swirling dust; the trees genuflecting to their Unseen Benefactor. So, too is the Realm that neither eye has seen, nor ear heard.
We feel the reality in the peace that passes into our Hearts and Minds When seated in the midst of the Glories of Nature. Drops of Grace in the Morning Glory and the flitting Monarch.
The Finger of God cannot be seen. Yet, it is felt in snack offered to “the Least of These” when they hunger. The Breath of God fills the heart with joy and gladness as fine wine fills the Bride and Bridegroom on their Nuptial Day.
So, too, can the darkness of lesser gods be felt in the lust and greed that their Systems of Race and Caste endow with power. Powers and Principalities they were once named. Loosed abroad to entice the weak and the gullible. Promises of Power and Riches flow from their lying tongues. We do not hear the word spoken aloud. We do not need to. The evidence…the reality…may be seen in the subjugation of Others. We may touch their handiwork in those left homeless and without Food, Clean Water, Warm Clothing, Companionship and Love.
We cannot know from where the Wind blows. However, we can know that it exists. We can join with it to produce life. We are also able to shelter against its ferocity and appetite.
Spirituality is something that is embedded deep in my bones. I have no idea why this is so. Lord knows I’ve tried my best to leave it all behind. The toxic theology that pawns itself off as Real True Christian almost fried me. I could no longer agree with that worldview that states all thing human are totally depraved. The idea that there is no redeeming characteristic AT ALL in the Cosmos is a fatal flaw in that closed, religious mindset.
I turned my mind to think critically about religion, theology, Holy Writ, and what some call spirituality, (whatever that means). I saw the inconsistencies and contradictions that seem omnipresent in all of those things. So, I tried to leave it behind as a relic of a bygone era before what was considered Supernatural became routine science. I began to listen to the voices of the Enlightenment. The collected voices of those people were raised up in a chorus that sounded out the harmony of the Human family. The striking melody of Human Reason cut through the Cosmos. We were on our way to Perfection at last! The Mind was lifted up on a pedestal where all could see it and bow before its magnificence. A whole universe of possibility opened up before us. Of course, two world wars and the real possibility of nuclear annihilation tempered that idea a bit.
I noticed that a version of this had birthed itself out of the Christian faith. It was named Progressive Christianity. “Wow!” I said. “Rationalism married spirituality and Poof! Look at what came out!” I was excited. Things were looking up. A theology of the Kingdom of God developed that stated that we, the Church, are the Body of Christ. We are to work for the same things that Jesus did. We are tasked with welcoming the ‘Other’ and caring for the widow, orphan, and stranger. And, eventually, we will see the realization of God’s reign on Earth! Yay!!!
But, even this seemed to lack. It looked like the same view that came out of the Enlightenment. That somehow or other, the trajectory of the Universe is bent toward justice. That’s a really nice thought. I do like that idea. A Lot.
But, my eyes tell me a different story. All over the world I see war, hate, distrust, greed, death. There seems to be something innate in the human character that simply drives us to the most abhorrent actions that we can imagine. And, no, it doesn’t look like things are improving.
There MUST be another way, I thought.
So, I sat. In silence. Listening. For hours and days.
Slowly, I noticed changes in the way I looked at things. I no longer saw things in a closed system like those Real True Christians seemed to love. Life, and God, cannot be reduced to black and white. There is a whole rainbow of colors that lie between those poles. I found that God is a really, really Big God Who cannot be stuffed into those decorator boxes that Real True Christians carry around.
I also found that the Progressives miss the mark as well. Their idea of the Kingdom of God opening up before us as we do the work lacks the Spark of Life that actually identifies the Kingdom. To simply reduce God’s purposes to humans continuing the outward work of Jesus is just as anemic as the RTC view of God-In-A-Box.
So, what other possibilities are there?
“In the beginning the Cosmos was empty. And Ruach Elohim hovered over the waters.”
Ruach Elohim. The Breath of God. Hovering. Seeding God’s Good Grace into the waters. Order growing out of Chaos.
That is the missing piece. Yes, the human heart is capable of creating horrible things. We all know it. We all see it every. single. day. And, no change of philosophy or theology that pits human will against the darkness in that heart will change it. Not possible. Been there; done that. But, when the Breath of God blows, chaos is calmed. Life germinates and flourishes. Hope pushes up through the fertile soil of the soul and metamorphosis is possible.
I do think that we all are capable of feeling the gentle breeze of God’s Breath as it hovers above the chaos. I have hope that God will one day fulfill the promises made so many years ago. Promises of peace, justice, life, and Love. But, it won’t come through human effort alone. Yeah, there must be effort on our part. We must be willing to be open to transformation. Most importantly, though, we must be open to the voice of the Breath of God.
Look! The breakers pound the shoreline into submission, Creating sand that a child forms into a castle, Complete with ramparts and towers where archers Fire their arrows and bolts at the advancing enemy.
Look! The hungry person takes bread from the baker! No money exchanged, the baker raises the alarm. Stop! Thief! The hungry person cast into chains and taken From family, friends, life.
Look! The rich person snaps fingers and servant scurries. The rich person nods and gold moves from one rich person to another. The rich person pays the officer who scatters the poor who hold hands out. The rich person closes the curtains. Cheers!
Look… Ancient stories tell of the Breath of God Hovering over the deep, Settling above the chaos. Order from disorder; life from emptiness.
Look… See where the Comforter hides For we cannot see this One anywhere. Where is the Breath of God? Chaos reigns in the depths of human hearts.
Look! O Breath! See the ruins! Behold the smoke and fires burning!
When… Will You calm the chaos that reigns? Will You breathe new life into these bones of death? Will You comfort?
