There are no limits to the way[s] in which we experience God.
He is always new, and I suspect that he never repeats himself in the way he chooses to approach us.
When I was waiting for him under the olive-tree, he came under the oak.
When I was waiting for him in church, he came in the city.
When I sought him in joy, he came in sorrow.
When I gave up waiting for him I found him before me, waiting for me.
God has always taken me by surprise, and his time has never been mine.
+ + +
[From Summoned by Love (Orbis Books, 1978), p. 76]
0 comments:
Post a Comment