St Francis of Assissi used these phrases to open a door into the Kingdom of Heaven, and to sit a while in the space where God dwells.
My friend Margareta would say, very emphatically on occasions, "Know who you really are!" And I thought it about time I gave the issue some serious thought.
The cause of this spiritual introspection? I am due to reveal the meanderings of my spiritual journey to the world, that is to say those members of my Church interested and brave enough to. turn out on a November evening, and I need to think about what I'm going to say.
So who am I REALLY? (Here I find that repeating the question, doesn't necessarily get me any closer the answer ... ) The biblical text that comes to mind is a rather unsettling, "I am called Legion, for we are many!"
I am enthusiastic about the self-revelation, and have been practising it over and over. I am rather startled by how different each iteration is and I have concluded that I will need to write a book.
Other News:
Margareta came very much to the forefront of my mind this week. After her death, her son, Br Loarne, invited me to take anything from the house to remember her by. I took Patricia, one of her dolls, because I would always remember where she sat in the Workroom, and recall the intense discussions Margareta and I had as we journeyed together ... and a fine china mug, because of the tea.
On Tuesday, dropped the mug. I dropped it on my foot, hitting toes that I had injured rather badly in the summer, and that still gave trouble. Here's the thing: if the mug had hit my ceramic floor, it would have smashed to smithereens, a small miracle but one I appreciate, AND a rather more significant blessing, since the blow, no pain in the injured toes! I have rubbed them and wobbled them, pressed down on them as hard as possible: not even a twinge.
Conclusion
I am no closer to knowing who God is, or who I am, but I think I'm getting there ...
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