This morning I wonder what it was like for those disciples long ago on the day after Pentecost. Did the tongues of fire now burn within them? Could the rushing wind still be heard, roaring in the chambers of their hearts? Or, was there something of a letdown, that subdued space which sometimes follows experiences of wild, creative abandon and deep seeing?
Often we seek the inspired moment, the experience of being blown on powerful winds of the spirit and led to deepened insight and understanding. We seek the high. Such moments are precious and rare. And usually they find us and surprise us more than they are sought or found by us. We can practice openness to them, but cannot manufacture or create them.
When I think of those disciples on the day after Pentecost, I remember that one of the great challenges on the spiritual journey is to willingly step into the day that appears quite ordinary, the relationship that feels rather dry, or the experience that seems mundane or predictable, and to do so with the awareness that, even here, one might get blown and burned.
Thanks, Eric. This came at a perfect time. What a great reminder that the ordinary can, in fact, be quite extraordinary... if we just wade into it.
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