"I remember that day." God looks at me, unsmiling yet neutral, waiting to hear. "You called me. You called me out of my happy life that I was leading." God nods slightly. Yes. "It seemed impossible, then. Impossible, but inevitable. Almost like I didn't have a choice." I did have a choice... A call is not a demand. Never a demand. You have to want it as much as it wants you. I know that now. "But I could never have imagined how hard it would be." My eyes blur. I can't help it. Life intervened, for me. And yet, in a million different ways, life intervenes for everyone. No way is easy. The burden is light but the way is narrow. God has dropped down, next to me, so close no one can tell where I end, where God begins. Which is fine. The boundary is only an illusion, after all. I look up, unseeing, into Its Eyes. (As if sight, fleeting, were so important.) "It took a million years. 8, at least. A million years in t...
Ruminations from a Texas Unitarian Universalist pastor