A Sacred Pause
I remember now the feeling of awe which came over me. I felt inclined to kneel on the ground, as though I had been standing in the presence of an angel; and I had hardly dared to look on the face of the sky, because it seemed as though it was but a veil before the face of God. -Bede Griffiths, The Golden Spring A chilly, blustery day here, as the remnants of hurricane Sandy move on. I am awe struck by the intensity of the remnants that blew our way, hardly a fraction of what hit New Jersey. The winds were vicious, licking up everything in their path, downing trees and power lines. Now, just lingering grey skies and dreary rain, an almost typical fall day. And yet in the midst of the intense hurricane and also this very typical day, God is present. There exists in every moment a mystical possibility. Sometimes we are aware of the presence of God, startling us out of the drama or the mundane. Like Bede, we are compelled to stop and take notice. More often, though, w...