Holy the Firm

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I know only enough of God to want to worship him, by any means ready to hand.  There is an anomalous specificity to all our experience in space, a scandal of particularity, by which God burgeons up or shows down into the shabbiest of occasions, and leaves his creation’s dealings with him in the hands of purblind and clumsy amateurs.  This is all we are and all we ever were; God kann nicht anders.

This process in time is history; in space, at such shocking random, it is mystery.

…Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord? or who shall stand in his holy place?  There is no one but us.  There is no one to send, nor a clean hand, nor a pure heart on the face of the earth, nor in the earth, but only us, a generation comforting ourselves with the notion that we have come at an awkward time, that our innocent fathers are all dead–as if innocence had ever been–and our children busy and troubled, and we ourselves unfit, not yet ready, having each of us chosen wrongly, made a false start, failed, yielded to impulse and the tangled comfort of pleasures, and grown exhausted, unable to seek the thread, weak, and involved.

But there is no one but us.  There never has been.  There have been generations which remembered, and generations which forgot; there has never been a generation of whole men and women who lived well for even one day.  Yet some have imagined well, with honesty and art, the detail of such a life, and have described it with such grace, that we mistake vision for history, dream for description, and fancy that life has devolved.  So.  You learn this studying any history at all, especially the lives of artists and visionaries; you learn it from Emerson, who noticed that the meanness of our days is itself worth our thought; and you learn it, fitful in your pew, at church.

…”God is at home,” says Meister Eckhart, “We are in the far country.”

We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all.

Annie Dillard, Holy the Firm

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About hopeseguin

Who am I? I'm still discovering just who I am, I suppose. A. Powell Davis writes that "Life is just a chance to grow a soul."

Posted on September 29, 2009, in Books, Spirituality and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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