Faith's Journey .... Post #1

I recently met a woman while traveling. As she told me her life story, we talked over a lot of things and sought to make sense of them. Some things seemed especially important - deep and meaningful - while others seemed just to be what they appeared to be.  Life is funny that way.  When the world says, "Take a chill pill," some people have to keep striving and searching, and trying to understand.  Maybe they're exploring what it is to be human.  I think that's how it is with my fellow traveler.  She can't stop wrestling with Truth and Beauty, and she refuses to let go of the yearning in her soul.  My friend travels now in a place I can't reach her, but I'm gonna tell you in this Blog about some of the stops she made along the way and just a bit of what she - and I - have encountered.  So here goes ...



The girl was only five when she lay in the grass, looking up at the clouds, and wondering, wondering.  How could it be true, what they said?  Could God really be dead?  Her parents seemed sad and tense and all the world seemed to be in upheaval. 

What could it all mean?  A sense of intense loneliness enveloped the child as she lay there, gazing up into the sky.  But wait ... She saw something with her mind's eye.  There was the familiar grandfatherly figure in his long robe and beard, holding all that IS together.  Comforted, the child skipped away into the house to inform her mother that God was indeed not dead, as many suggested.  She had seen him, and all was well.  "I don't feel lonely anymore," thought the little girl.  "I just wish everyone could be as happy as I am, and poor people could have everything they need ...."  The concept of poverty had lately established itself in her consciousness, and was troubling and difficult to understand.  For now, however, she'd seen her God, and that was enough.

 

With that, the child climbed aloft her swing and into the sky, admiring her new plaid shoes as she pumped her small legs with all her might.  

Beautiful plaid shoes ... a swing of her own ... pure delight.