Contemplative Christian

I’m on the cusp of change.  I can see nothing but insecurity ahead, an unknown road…moments of anticipation, moments of despair.  I continually come to the end of my control, and peer over the edge not into darkness, but a void…devoid of certainty. Yet, the invitation continues, to dive in and out, head first into uncertainty. Whoever says following Christ ensures firm footing, may be following at a safe distance.  I believe, yet I know nothing.  I am sure of Him, but sure of nothing.  I seek His will with all of me, and I’m forever caught… between my response and my withdrawal.  And yet, in this emptiness I am whole…

Louis Evely writes:

Believing in God presupposes,

not that we’ve acquired notions or data

about the religious experience,

but that we’ve met a person -

a living person;

it implies a drawing near,

a contact,

a conversion,

and a reaching out.

All those who’ve met Jesus professed some kind of religion:

they all believed in the God they’d been told about.

But those who’ve followed Jesus

have had to reject the ideas

they so laboriously acquired

and replace them

by His own very different ideas.

The most painful conversion of all

is the one each of us has to effect

at the very heart of his religion.