Yesterday, I ordered the New Oxford Annotated Bible with Apocrypha (1) and Maggie Stiefvater’s Raven’s Prophecy Tarot cards (2) for my birthday. I also started reading Eknath Easwaran’s brilliant translation of The Upanishads (3). At the same time, I’ve (predictably) been tearing through Cixin Liu’s The Three-Body Problem (4).
I feel like these things, taken together, form a pretty accurate cross-section of where I currently find myself on my spiritual journey. The core foundation remains the same (1), with a greater desire than ever to see it outside of pre-defined lenses and interpretations. I believe God has been speaking through symbols since the dawn of sentience (2), so… why not things like tarot, or astrology? It brings me so much joy to find the universal Christ all over the pages of ancient wisdom literature (3); I know what I’m looking at when I see Him. The scale of the cosmic mysteries science contends with is both staggering and frustratingly opaque (4); I thrill to meditate on how much and how little we know. The universe routinely reduces me to awe.
I’m not afraid of what I’m exploring. I trust the Spirit in me to discern.
I trust what I see.
One day, maybe, I’ll find a way to speak about it.