I was kindly given a blog from the 1800s today. A poem, The Calf-Path, by Sam Walter Foss. I say kindly, because it was given intentionally, with insight and enthusiasm, with the knowledge it would bless. It did. And does. Thank you. Something I touched on in the blog connected with the same touched on here.
Augustine is credited with recording the blog that we have a God-shaped hole which only God can fill, and we are not complete until that come to be realised.
I think he was wrong, but give him credit, that was probably the best he could come up with at the time.
The truth is we have a God-shaped connection. I think it is a bit like an BNC socket. And until God docks with us – and there is that ‘glove-in-hand’ feeling, and then a little twist as the mutual union is satisfied, and lugs seat home – we are disconnected. That’s what he was trying to say.
And once connected, we are connectable like never before. With one another. And so the network, aka the kingdom, grows.
If you’ve never heard of Bruce Cockburn, then let me introduce you to him. Poet, with a turn of phrase and courage that genuinely connects with reverberations. This ones called mystery, but it is about connection, written by someone who knows.