Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Last Wednesday around the middle of the day I was sitting in my favorite chair on the front deck. I had just read something about how to pray the psalms. When I put the book down, I noticed the stillness. There were no sounds anywhere. No boats moving on the Lake. No bird song even.
I became aware of God in the stillness and in the bright beauty before me. I took this picture. Then there was not much thought. Just a Presence. Maybe a feeling of complete contentment. It lasted almost an hour. I think this must be what Rahner meant when he said we all must become mystics, "everyday mystics."
Then the sound of a lawn mower in the distance broke the silence. Way off a dog barked. A bass boat sped into view.
"God of the love that never runs out." (Gordon Jackson, The Lincoln Psalter, Psalm 85)