I’m wondering...if, at times, all we can effectively offer to the world is our honest encounter with life and the desire that permeates it.
I’ve, subconsciously, been working on this idea for the better part of a week now, from the chair of a hospital room, a mostly powerless position, at least in terms of offering a solution.
No one really needs (wants?) our platitudes; but, what they may need is the permission we can offer each other, through our suffering, to acknowledge their own encounter with life…and, therefore, with God.
Most people can’t really take on much of my experience — they can only take on their own. But, what I can do is live with the vulnerability I experience in a way that invites imagination for what doing so honestly looks like.
People who appear to dominate life end up mostly as facsimiles for others. We don’t really need more of that; we need to live more openly with what we can’t control…and with where that leaves us.
We are quite, after all, humble and dependent creatures, with potential for increasing awareness of our capacity to both receive and offer love to those around us.
