Some musings

We are not called to do.  We are called to be. To be in the truest sense, in awareness of our supreme fragility, brokenness, and poverty.  This is how we are called to live: to look that thunderous insecurity in the eye and embrace it with all our being; to face the impoverishment of our lives not as a brother, a sister, or a friend... but as it is, as we are.  And then, and only then we will know what it is to be human, to be loved by the All-Mighty.  And that is the great mystery of our love: that with all our attempts at control, all our false securities broken down, we are so loved.