My Thor loving friend* sent me this message the other night…
‘God passes through the thicket of the world, and wherever His glance falls He turns all things to beauty’. St John of the Cross
‘Worship, then, at every level, always means God and the priority of God; however thick the veils through which He is apprehended, and however grotesque the disguise He may seem to wear….But the mighty Object of our worship stands beyond and over against all this in His utter freedom and distinctness. ‘Can’ and ‘cannot’, ‘is and ‘is not’ must not be predicated of Him, without a virtual remembrance that these words merely refer to our limited experience and not to God as He is in Himself‘. Evelyn Underhill
‘…however thick the veils through which He is apprehended, and however grotesque the disguise He may seem to wear….’. I don’t really have words for the possibility and hope that is wrapped up in this statement. It is heavy with mercy and deep grace.
But mostly I am overwhelmed that my friend read this, thought of me, and took the time to message me. That right there is beautiful and life giving in its generosity and willingness to walk alongside. And that is quite enough for now.
(‘Thor loving friend’ does not do justice to this dear friend. But few words would.)
(All the posts from this series can be found here. Thanks for reading along.)