a pastor a tired shepherd a weary sojourner with bloodied feet from the States has spent most of this week with me ....... he needed a hidden spot to rest to weep to be seen and be heard he spoke of many things but one statement ripped my heart to shreds ........ he has recently discovered that while at seminary he was raped of his intimacy with God by religious theology ............. knowledge had become his lover achieving position had displaced his passion it was only as he dared to speak those words the well of grief and loss and pain and loneliness was uncapped ...........
Thus says the LORD: "Heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool; what is the house that you would build for me, and what is the place of my rest? All these things my hand has made, and so all these things came to be, declares the LORD. But this is the one to whom I will look: he who is humble and contrite in spirit and trembles at my word." (Isaiah 66:1,2; ESV)
Have we become an anorexic body? Do we see ourselves as spiritually fat when in fact we are wasting away? Have we lost the taste for temple food after years of filling up on fast food? Is the truth no longer palatable because it might offend?
Anorexia kills slowly
One by one internal organs quietly stop functioning The heart slows and eventually stops Lungs become deprived of oxygen Life sustaining blood no longer flows throughout the body Gangrene sets in Members are rendered useless and require amputation
Anorexia kills silently
Whose mirror are we looking into Whose reflection do we see Whose reflection do we seek
I know a man who lives in Paris. His wife has Alzheimer's. He was an important businessman--his life was filled with busyness. But he said that when his wife fell sick, "I just could not put her in an institution, so I keep her. I feed her. I bathe her." I went to Paris to visit them and this businessman who had been very busy all his life said, "I have changed. I have become more human." I got a letter from him recently. He said that in the middle of the night his wife woke him up. She came out of the fog for a moment, and she said, "Darling, I just want to thank you for all you're doing for me." Then she fell back into the fog. He said, "I wept and I wept." Jean Vanier