A sheep found a hole in the fence and crept through it. He wandered far and lost his way back. Then he realized that he was being followed by a wolf. He ran and ran, but the wolf kept chasing him until the shepherd came and rescued him and carried him lovingly back to the fold.
In spite of everyone's urgings to the contrary, the shepherd refused to nail up the hole.
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It was John Muir, that patron saint of the great outdoors, who stated that, ‘in wilderness lies the hope of the world.’ And if we understand that everything within God’s creation is connected to everything else, then this isn’t some romantic vision, but a prophetic word providing a legacy for a deep spirituality available to us all.
The truth is that the great religions of the World have always been nourished in the Wilderness.
Paul....it is a welcoming place for the wanderer.....to feed mind and body the spiritual nourishment it longs for. Closed places of worship, with shutters and locked doors breed judgement and twisted interpretations. It's an unhealthy existance to stay within a flock which is incapable of accepting free spirits.
As much as we have a hunger to belong, which is where i think we get off track and settle for the same Sunday morning brunch menu, we have a hunger to find our own place to be.
I love your thoughts here....there is hope in the wilderness....it is most definately where we should seek out God.....unshackled and open to possibilities.
I love what Father O wrote in Eternal Echoes...."the soul is full of wanderlust (love that word). When we suppress the longing to wander in the inner landscapes, something dies within us. The soul and spirit are wanderers; their place of origin and destination remain unknown; they are dedicated to the discovery of what is unknown and strange.
Frightening, the wilderness...it's easier to stay within the confines of the flock. I believe though that more and more are opting for the wildnerness. Our own journeys may be a solitary one for the most part, but i think there are friends and kindreds along the way to bond with.
agreed....sunday morning brunch menu! I like that....will use that (with permission of course!) one day
just in from celebrating Yorkshire Day - shame my dad doesn't do pints or pubs...
my pleasure.....please use it. In fact, when i was writing it, it seemed like something you would've stated. :)
the pubs are still open here my friend......and I LOVE THEM! too bad you're not just down the street my Yorkshire friend because this city has gone ALL OUT celebrating Yorkshire men. It's crazy how the remembrance thing has caught on.
This is really lovely. So great there is always a way home when we've got hopelessly lost and end up alone and scared.
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