We each have a life story and a perspective informed by our own experiences. We’re like the crystal decanter held up to the sunlight, refracting the light beautifully in a particular time and place. Little rainbows dancing on the wall! The blue is deep like the water in paradise. The purples are the colors of the dahlias blooming in my garden. Together the the colors unite to form bright white and give light to my path and understanding to my heart.
When I was a teenager, I heard Jesus say to me, “Except a man be born from above, he cannot see the kingdom of heaven.” I didn’t know what this meant, or how I could exchange my earthly man for something that was heavenly. But I wanted to see. And in that desire the seed of the kingdom was planted and the light exploded. It’s hard to describe what pure white looks like, but in that moment I experienced an instant knowlege that impacts deeply: God exists! there is no doubt. There is a transformation in my core in his acceptance and the promise of his unbreakable friendship.
I grew up Catholic. Sitting in Mass there were many moments I was keenly aware of God. Attending parochial school the nuns and priests provided many opportunities to consider spiritual things. As a young adult I experienced God in a fundamentalist, Pentecostal Bible church (often with white knuckles!) While pursuing my Theology degree, I heard my Father’s voice in the Bible stories I read. I have found that my Father is not so concerned about the form my pursuit takes or what religious setting I’m in, but rather, he’s affected when he finds an open and seeking heart. To that he responds quickly and intimately.
This blog is my attempt to share the colors of light that I see… to break my bread and share a meal with you. Please feel free to do the same, and respond candidly. It’s the best way to have conversation.