Thursday, March 27, 2008


Might it be possible to interpret the intensity, the duration, and even the danger of life--particularly, of life in God--as invigorating--wonder-inciting rather than as a cause for discontent, despair?

Might it be possible to regard the perilous, the provisional, the incremental, the perplexing, and the paradoxical/ambiguous/painfully unresolved as allies rather than as enemies?

This morning it occurs to me that the rawness and damage of defeat are more praiseworthy than the smooth surfaces and "successes" of the unchallenging familiar.

In practical terms, what does this mean ? It might mean that I should cut back on complaining for one reason only: it erodes my zest for holy adventure in all of the realms of experience, from the most macrocosmic to the high and windy mountain chasms of the "merely" momentary.

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