Fear and Honesty: Connectedness

And so, suddenly, last week this book jumped off a shelf at me again. My own shelf. This time I caught it and chose to embrace it. I haven't finished it yet, but it already has changed me.

Change, and yet not change. For I am beginning to feel my way towards a balance in the tension between Jesus being my binding and my center, and still honoring this pull I have had inside me since childhood. I'm not off on some rabbit trail of syncretism, but rather an integration of a place deep within me into my existing relationship with the Jesus I hold to. I have no interest in other gods, for I have always known my God better than I know my own heartbeat. But there is something that has been missing from every expression of Christianity I have ever known; a recognition of the hand of the divine in the earth and it's history and that which grows and lives and upon it and surrounding it.

As I have read, it has swirled around in me, altered my perspective, or better put, it has brought about an admission of a perspective I have held so long. Being tied to the past, to the people and the mountains and the earth. To have story and myth and connectedness, not only linear connectedness, one to another. Not only vertical connectedness to Spirit, but circular connectedness to past and future life. To honor the living things that God has put here to allow us to live. To be kind to this mother whom nurses us and grows us up. To respect and hold the wind and the water and the green and the desert that are all part of our continued existence.

More later...


Fear and Honesty: The Pagan Stacks
Fear and Honesty: Connectedness
Fear and Honesty: Diverting from the Norm
Fear and Honesty: You are what You Read