“In reappropriating the best of Christian tradition, we discover a feast for hungry hearts. Indeed, I might caution against a temptation to gluttony! The sources are rich and need to be taken in small bites.”
To discover God, true life, through the wonders and mysteries found in that richness, is indeed a fearful thing. That is not to say I’m particularly anxious about it, except for the loss of every moment I’m not immersed in his crushing depths, but I have this feeling down in the deep that persuades me that to truly find him means to die. I meet this feeling not with timidity, but with eye burning resolve. Come what may, I want your depths lord.
- Batter my heart, three person'd God; for, you
- As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend;
- That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow mee,'and bend
- Your force, to breake, blow, burn and make me new.
- I, like an usurpt towne, to'another due,
- Labour to'admit you, but Oh, to no end,
- Reason your viceroy in mee, mee should defend,
- But is captiv'd, and proves weake or untrue.
- Yet dearley'I love you,'and would be loved faine,
- But am betroth'd unto your enemie:
- Divorce mee,'untie, or breake that knot againe,
- Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I
- Except you'enthrall mee, never shall be free,
- Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee.
My soul within me cries to you, my chin quivers and my eyes burn hot with tears! Oh to know you more dearly! Oh to give you more pleasure and glory, even if that were to mean my own death or separation from you! And thank you that it doesn’t, that you want to be near me. And that thought breaks the dam and my tears fall, weeping, washing away tradition's stone, filling her again with soul and life.