Midweek Makeup Svithe #1: Moments of quiet

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No, the title is not intended to be ironic, and really, though I covet physical quiet always, what I actually mean to refer to is, mm, soul quiet. The moments where this mortal realm fades away and we are left alone with silence and spirit.

Those moments are lovely, aren't they? And so hard to come by.

Of course, if they are rare, I have no one to blame but myself. God doesn't get to busy for me. And he would have much better excuses, I'm sure.

I find it curious that a state that involves kicking out such things as geography is so closely tied to geography. I find it easier to draw closer to God in the woods or in a temple than, say, BART. Sometimes I wonder how much of that is just me and my weaknesses. But even if it is 100% me, God anticipated that weakness: the scriptures are replete with examples of prophets having profound experiences on mountains, in forests, in wildernesses, at temples---not so many recorded instances of theophanies on public transit.

So at least I'm normal.

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