Waiting for the mud to settle and the water to clear, it is important to exhibit the kind of stillness and confidence in the process that creates the atmosphere in which the mud can relax and trust itself to gravitational forces it cannot understand, but can allow to work its magic in assisting things seeking to find their place and give themselves to doing what they do best. The forces at work in our own life are not different from the gravitational force at work in the service of clarity. We belong to the things that stir us to life and call us forth to find what best suits our gifts and interests, and our deepest love-- a love we know noting of until it claims us and graces us with its call to service in devotion and loyalty to its needs and interests. We find our way to what owns us bit by bit, allowing "one book to open another," and always listening for what calls our name in each situation as it arises, allowing ourselves to be led-- even when we don't know we are being led-- to sacred places "transparent to transcendence," with nothing special about they that would set them apart, or suggest the wonders hidden from those who look without seeing what we behold. Swaddled in amazement, we feel ourselves carried from one wonder to another in a life that is merely following the flow from one day to the next, without a plan in mind, or an agenda directing the action. All we need do is listen and look, as we wait for the mud to settle and the water to clear.
Faith has nothing to do with belief. Faith is faithfulness. Keeping faith with oneself and one another. Being faithful to one's center, core, foundation-- in the company of those who are being faithful to themselves, to their center, core, foundation-- and to one another. Faith as faithfulness is the center, core, foundation of ourselves and of the right kind of community. It has nothing to do with what we believe, and everything to do with what we know to be so because it forms the ground of our experience, and is the very essence of our being/doing. "Thanks be to God I am who/what I am!" (Paul of Tarsus) "What I do is me/for that I came!" (Gerard Manley Hopkins) Belief is a substitute for faith, a surrogate for the lived experience of ourselves in the world. "Know Thyself!" (The Delphic Oracle) "To Thine Own Self Be True!" (William Shakespeare) Our faith is in who we are and what is ours to do. Our faith is our life. Our life is our faith. The content of our faith is the body of work we create/produce as a testimony to who we are through the way we live our life and bring ourselves forth within the context and circumstances of the times and places of our living. The content of our faith is how we live our life.
Purity is the great enemy of truth. Purity is truth to the far extreme. Truth without contradiction. Truth without contraries. Truth without truth. A mockery of truth. An imposter of truth. A pretender of truth. A sound-alike. A wanna-be. A Lie. Watch the flow of the game over the next 10 to 20 years. Keep your eye on the ball. The truth is that "extremes beget extremes." Those who remain steadfastly in the center become the enemy of the opposite poles. Yet, the center is the fulcrum, the pivot point, "the still point of the turning world" (T.S. Eliot). The center is our only hope. The cross of Christ bearing the pain of his own self-realization. "You shall know the truth," he said, "and the truth shall set you free." The truth of what? Free from what? Free for what? The truth of the moment. Of this moment. of this here-and-now. Free from/for what? Free from denial/mindlessness/unawareness/blindness/stupidity... Free for doing what needs to be done here and now, in this moment just as it is. Free for responding appropriately to the moment as it is being lived in seeing/hearing what is called for and providing it, doing it, regardless of what you might have said/done in the last moment, or any previous moment-- or what you ever imagined that you would do in any moment. Freedom to be who you are, living out of your own center in response to the craziness-- the madness-- of a world gone to the extremes, where: "Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity" (W.B. Yeats, "The Second Coming"). Freedom to be what is needed even there, especially there, in the heart of anarchy amid the Clashing Rocks and the Heaving Waves of the Wine-Dark Sea.