GHOSTED BY GOD
This Sunday I'm thinking of the beautiful movie The Way with Martin Sheen. Specifically the scene near the end of the movie when the pilgrims (before entering the church) put their hand into what is said to be the imprint of St. James the apostle's hand.
This said, I place a journal on a bookcase near the (entrance) front door of my apartment. On the cover of the journal is written The Best is Still to Come. Now when I pass the bookcase I place my hand on top of the journal repeating the words on it's cover-- The Best is Still to Come.
Around the same time as I make the connection between The Way and my journal on the book case near my front door, I have a session with my spiritual director: We talk about being "ghosted"-- emails blocked, ignored, that kind of thing. This leads to a rich conversation about how Jewish people of the old testament must have felt ghosted by God (exiled, years spent wandering in the desert with no answer from God).
Continuing.
After my spiritual direction session with Fr. Morgan I watch a video of a Friday Shabbat service from Rochester NY. Turns out it was a service shortly after the October 7th, 2023 attack against Israel-- the one year anniversary of which is tomorrow.
Why do I keep forgetting God never doesn't speak to me, especially through unexpected people.
Case in point, at the end of the Friday Shabbat service sermon the rabbi said-- "The Best is Still to Come"-- the exact same words on my journal by the front door.
Am I over-and-over a pilgrim pressing my hand into an imprint--
of Love?
