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Reimagining my faith, as I understand now, lies in the synthesis of the work here on the vegetable garden, the orchard, the flowers, the woods, the bees and the Great Work. \u00a0The work set out by Thomas Berry in his book of that name. \u00a0The great work for our generation is to create a sustainable path for human presence on the planet. \u00a0The carbon loading information alone makes this both true and necessary.<\/p>\n
Placing my faith in the praxis of work at home and in the political world means it is incarnational and immanent in nature, key for me. \u00a0Incarnational means the sacred has no meaning apart from the corporal, the material world. Immanent means it is not about the transcendent, but about the here and now.<\/p>\n
And that’s enough. \u00a0Almost. \u00a0There are though the mystical, the emotional aspects of the life of faith. \u00a0They were once deeply important for me. \u00a0And I miss them. \u00a0Liturgical music, contemplative prayer, the sense of mystery and profound depth. \u00a0Not transcendence, never a God or a power above, but the calm strength of the Ave Maria or a session of lectio divina or a quiet meditation sinking into the inner chapel. \u00a0The emotional resonance of these familiar, ancient practices still speak to my soul, but the metaphysical structure which validated them has crumbled and fallen away.<\/p>\n
(Thomas Cole, Expulsion From the Garden)<\/p>\n
Just noting this, not sure what to do with it, as I have not been for the last 20 some years. Perhaps a new path will open for me that includes these things. \u00a0Or, perhaps I will have to create one of my own. \u00a0Might be part of the task of reimagining faith.<\/p>\n
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