Huff Post: by Pat Schneider.
Sometimes when things are so real they hurt, words come that T.S. Eliot called “what we know and do not know we know.” I said, “Fred, I bet God is delighted! For the first time in your life, you talked to God in your native tongue, your own natural voice — like you talk to your best friend. Catholics believe that God is father, right?” He nodded. “Supposing it was your child who cried out like that in pain, what would you do?”
He got it, and I myself “got it,” too — that what we need in our spirituality is intimacy with the mystery that we may call “God” or “Allah” or a presence that is beyond our ability to name. But intimacy with mystery requires that we ourselves be present
I am writing now as a spiritual practice — and I don’t mean writing liturgy or prayers or preaching anything to anyone. I mean using the first and most primary human art form — language — to explore my own deepest questions and express my own most important experiences and imaginings.
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