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Written by will samson
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Friday, 24 August 2007 |
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In the last 48 hours, my car was hit while parked outside the house of a friend I was helping to move the battery light on my car came on, as if jealous that the check engine light was getting all the attention I received some bad financial news that was all the result of my oversight - I checked into a hotel, got into bed and discovered I was not alone ... there were fleas in the bed
Why do I mention all this? Not because I am in need of a pity party - I am under no delusions that you would throw one for me anyway. I mention this because it allows me to reflect on what it means to sense God in one's life. Right now I don't. The knowledge of a grand design in the world doesn't alleviate the personal aloneness I feel when the circumstances of life do not trend in my direction. I long for a warm inner feeling of God that exists beyond or above or around my logical constructs of the Divine. This would affirm the story I keep telling myself that the more holy I become, the more I would sense God in my life. Turns out that might not necessarily be the case. In this commentary (well worth the listen) on NPR yesterday, a Catholic priest discussed the "decades-long struggle with darkness and despair that (Mother Teresa) chronicled" in her personal journals. Seems she longed for the feeling of God's presence, but, for the bulk of her ministry, only felt the sense of call. And, I have little hope of matching the holy devotion of a saint like Teresa. I offer no neatly drawn conclusions to this thought. Feel free to share thoughts or comments.
Original content at: http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Willzhead/~3/147731786/feeling-god.html.
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