Whenever one of my communication devices fails to connect, I feel lost.
Recently, three times actually, I left home without my cell phone. It was the strangest feeling. What if the car broke down? What if I fell and couldn't get up? What if someone tried to reach me with news that would change my life forever like winning the lottery or Santa Claus was real? What if...
Well, soon the "what if's" subsided and I was okay. My sense of being cut off from the world faded into a lovely feeling of being free.
I relaxed.
Then I began to wonder: what does it mean to be "connected"? Most of the time I cannot see my connections. I have Wi-Fi on my computer and cellular airwaves for by cell phone. I am not physically connected to those things. I have no land-line and they tell me that land-line phones are on the way out. Yet I am connected.
When I think of you, my friends, my family, my blog readers, I am connected to you even though I cannot see or touch you at this moment. There is a sense of connection. I feel it with every word I type. I am connected to the electronic page with electronic signals sent by my fingers tapping on a keyboard. I have no idea really how it all works...and I really don't need to know.
I just know I am connected and it works.
And if I look to hard, the connection becomes even more illusive. It is like a feral cat whom you long to pet and feed, but runs when you approach it. Best left to the realm of psychic telepathy.
And maybe that is exactly how God works.
A friend commented on my last blog about Nothingness saying that perhaps it is in our pursuit of God that we lose our connection to God. Just let it be. The scientist wants proof. Yet even the scientist recoginizes the limits of the science. There is is something beyond what is knowable. And perhaps we are not meant to grasp it just yet.
Maybe never.
But the connection is there. Between me and you and nature and space. It is in the nothingness and the manifest something. It is everywhere and nowhere at the same time. That is where God lives. That is where we experience God.
Recently, three times actually, I left home without my cell phone. It was the strangest feeling. What if the car broke down? What if I fell and couldn't get up? What if someone tried to reach me with news that would change my life forever like winning the lottery or Santa Claus was real? What if...
Well, soon the "what if's" subsided and I was okay. My sense of being cut off from the world faded into a lovely feeling of being free.
I relaxed.
Then I began to wonder: what does it mean to be "connected"? Most of the time I cannot see my connections. I have Wi-Fi on my computer and cellular airwaves for by cell phone. I am not physically connected to those things. I have no land-line and they tell me that land-line phones are on the way out. Yet I am connected.
When I think of you, my friends, my family, my blog readers, I am connected to you even though I cannot see or touch you at this moment. There is a sense of connection. I feel it with every word I type. I am connected to the electronic page with electronic signals sent by my fingers tapping on a keyboard. I have no idea really how it all works...and I really don't need to know.
I just know I am connected and it works.
And if I look to hard, the connection becomes even more illusive. It is like a feral cat whom you long to pet and feed, but runs when you approach it. Best left to the realm of psychic telepathy.
And maybe that is exactly how God works.
A friend commented on my last blog about Nothingness saying that perhaps it is in our pursuit of God that we lose our connection to God. Just let it be. The scientist wants proof. Yet even the scientist recoginizes the limits of the science. There is is something beyond what is knowable. And perhaps we are not meant to grasp it just yet.
Maybe never.
But the connection is there. Between me and you and nature and space. It is in the nothingness and the manifest something. It is everywhere and nowhere at the same time. That is where God lives. That is where we experience God.
