Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Dear God,

With friends we entered the halls of the Holy. Like a scene out of Indiana Jones, we wandered and wondered what it meant to travel to such a height. We touched things unseen, shared earlier experiences, and dug our pick axes into the rock. What we found astounded us.

Travel to the Center is like nothing else on earth. It is a spiritual journey dependent upon the movement of the Spirit, yours alone. We simply show up and begin to dig. With spiritual tools, resources and each other we discover what once seemed undiscoverable.

Tuesday night study has become a night of venturing into the seemingly unknown. Not like usual studies where we read, discuss, pray and go home, we become quiet, our minds on heaven, our eyes not seeing the usual sights. We prod and probe, knowing full well who it is that leads us. Such finds do not come by human hands.

We want something more from our study than answers. Although we have a full page of questions, we are not looking for answers as much as we are a connection, a link to something sacred that compels us to look deeper, to lift each rock leading us to a doorway, a window, a hall that will lead us to you. And we are not disappointed.

In our remembrances of earlier experiences, we acknowledged the Divine mystery that unfolded before us. We know we are not special, travelers higher or more spiritual than others. But we know we are on a trek leading to heaven, not as a permanent residence necessarily but rather as investigators who are looking for clues into the Holy. One day that will be different but for now we are on a search, a holy search for you.

Up and down,
around, beside,
we travel
the road
to the Divine.
You are He
that we seek,
not to gain
earthly treasure
or great favor
from you
but rather
as an hour
of visitation,
a wondrous
in gathering
of a people
hungry
for its source.
Like looking
for the source
of water
that spews out,
in no way
being held back,
we lean down
and drink.

Love, Andrea