In the wind

All of life is a gift given by the One from whom all things originate. Some unfortunates have no concept of this divine giver, and yet others have varying concepts about who or what this source might be, but when mere mortals are in touch with this divine presence, things just seem to be right. In some traditions, these 'things' are referred to as Nirvana, or good Karma, or heaven.

The truth though is that some of us have a much more persnonal name for this divine presence. We call 'it' God ... but even the name God conjures a being that is far off, who is all powerful and therefore is far away from mere mortals, but then again, there is Jesus, the Son of God who became one of us, who lived as one of us, who continues to inspire us.

Each day is another opportunity to be in contact with the Risen Jesus. We do it when we look into the eyes of the wondering (and sometimes the wandering) child. We do it when we listen compassionately to the sufferings and woes of too many of our brothers and sisters. We do it when we visit the imprisoned and the sick, those who are hospitalized, those who are addicted, those who are lost in a quagmire of choices with little or no guidance to help them make the right choices. We do this when we endeavor to be compassionate, welcoming and loving to all those who are on the same path of exploration and discovery.

Christ is not like the wind, something we feel but cannot see. He is among us, waiting for us to find him, to celebrate him, and to grow in love for him.