Sorry for the quietness – I had a few things going on that required my attention for a bit. All good. And I’m now a year older!! I turned the grand old age of thirty – and feel better than ever before.
So there’s been a recurring theme in my conversations over the last few weeks – the R word. Yes, relationship, particularly with God. But it seems that I’ve been talking the talk about being in a relationship with God without really knowing what that looks like, let alone feels like. In fact, I would say I don’t really know what a proper relationship with anyone is, and ‘proper’ I would define as one with another person based on mutual unconditional love. I mean, I’ve been in relationships, but I’ve always had a reason to be in them. My Mum fed me, my Gran gave me money at Christmas, my friends kept me from feeling lonely, lovers…well, you know. And then God provided me with my ticket to heaven (at least I’m hoping he has).
But heck, that’s come at a price. I’ve discovered God is so incredibly boring. A relationship with God is not particularly exciting it seems – there’s a lot of toeing the line with an inordinate amount of lines to toe.
Or is that just the way I’ve been looking at it?
Turns out it is. Turns out I’ve had this idea that God is boring. Not only that, I’ve been thinking that I’m boring too. How about that? No wonder I was so glad when my world came crashing to an end a while back – it was dull. And as I’ve been sorting through the wreckage of boxes that remain I came across a particularly battered and shabby one. I looked inside and found boring old God.
But I’ve learnt that God hides in the mundane, the boring, the awful in order to reveal the party, the fun, the dance to those who seek him.
A short conclusion to what has been a bigger journey – more to follow, I guess.
“God is always bigger than the boxes we build for God, so we should not waste too much time protecting the boxes.” Richard Rohr
