Once again, it is Sunday, a day I try to keep sacred, set aside just for me and God. Things happen that can send that askew. But all in all, I’m pretty good at tuning in and shutting down the outside world on Sundays. Jews and Muslims choose Friday to celebrate a day with God, though at different times of the day. I began to do this only a short while ago, probably right about the time I was circling the local church’s doors, trying to work my courage to the sticking point and get myself to cross the threshold again. In thinking back, I think this might have been my soulution to those times I chickened out on crossing the threshold and walking into a space wholly dedicated to the worship of God. It is a different space, you know.
For those of us, for one reason or another, who have found ourselves outside those doors, wondering or even mocking those inside, it might be time to take another look inside ~ not a church necessarily, but within ourselves. If we are honest in that gaze, we might admit, just to ourselves even, that there is more to us than just a collection of cells inside a suitcase called a “body.” Anybody who reads me, by now, surely knows that I push hard on the various aspects of ourselves, the Physical, Mental, Emotional, and Spiritual. I have spent a lot of time contemplating how they work together and what happens when those aspects of us do not work together.
I have a dear friend who is fascinated by these stories of mine, of my being in hot pursuit of God. She has asked me to keep writing on this topic because, she, herself, wants something more than she has found thus far. Just in discussing God, her voice breaks, tears well up, and there is such a longing in her voice coming down the phone line. Like me, she is circling the church’s doors, wanting, hesitating, terrified to find and terrified she might not find an answer to that inner longing.
This longing, this need for the sacred, the profound, the call from and for something bigger than ourselves must be answered. We need solace. We need space and time for reverence in our lives. Nothing else comes close to satisfying and quenching that thirst, that cry of the Soul for home.