Posts Tagged ‘wild’

Is there a way to talk about it? Can we talk about it without the language of guilt and shame? Without the language of sin and salvation? Is there a way to talk about it without the language of giddy missionaries?

Can you tell me the story separated from Sunday morning finery and lies? The story that happens every day and every night, every minute and every second; the story that never closes, the story that is not created but creates? Can you tell me that one? Have you heard it?

Can you tell me the story of the earthy Christ? The radical? The wild? Yes, the astonishing.

When I thought about it – this earthy, wild Christianity that isn’t Christianity – when I thought about it, the ambitions of the many through the millennia to live as the Christ became incredibly absurd.

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It happens, doesn’t it?
The day comes when the world pushes open the door we have closed against the world.
-John Moriarty, What the Curlew Said

It does happen, doesn’t it?

That fateful day of the door crashing in on us, pushed open by the world, different levels of the world, that in one way or the other, we have been avoiding.

The fateful splintering of the door of denial, escapism and addiction. The door shattered by a reality that is larger than we imagined, larger even than we can imagine.

Thus shattered, the floodwaters of Reality come rushing in. A Reality made not of reality that we might know something of, but a Reality that is far beyond anything that even reality knows anything of. A Reality that includes, transcends and integrates. A Reality that has suffered long enough in its exclusion, an impatient Reality, a Reality needing to be on with its work of transformation, its task of becoming, its labor of emerging through us, into us. A Reality that, in actuality, amounts to little more than boundless Potentiality.

A Reality brimming with Potentiality already crashing over the edges of our perception, already straining the hinges of the soul.

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