The Muse in the Mess: Stories on the Life of the Soul
Prayer is to our relationship with God as sex is to a relationship with a spouse. Like sex, prayer can skim along the surface and be about what you get out of it. Or it can be intimate, vulnerable, passionate, diving deep into the mystery of two becoming one.
The experts say washing your hands and keeping social distance are key to staying physically healthy in this crisis. Amen! But are there less obvious, more abstract daily disciplines that will help us navigate these turbulent and dangerous times?
Shit, shower, and shave also seems like a litany for our current situation. Do what you can, what needs done, check it off the list and move on. One of my favorite musicians, Bruce Cockburn asks, “If this were the last night of the world/what would I do?/What would I do that was different/Unless it was champaign with you?”
Something ordinary, with a little flare.
My first call as a pastor was a disaster. Unknown to me when I accepted the job and we moved to Illinois, the senior pastor of the church was involved in his third or fourth affair. The church was so dysfunctional it continually ignored his sin. They responded to me and my family with hate and blame for demanding they do something about it.
It was as if she’d been diagnosed with terminal cancer, a cancer of the soul. We were shattered and terrified. Still we mobilized. We took control.
You and I suffer the same snake bite. We question the worth spoken into us by our Creator. By doubting our original design from God, we lost touch with God as Creator. We search for validation in ill-written dictionaries, which cry: find your worth in your accomplishments, your bathroom mirror, your bank account, your philosophy, your social media likes.