Rendered Nearly Speechless

I feel like I’ve been asleep for two months. No words would come. Hard as I tried to bring some.

At church, Pastor Scott has been taking us through “a Lenten Journey” for the past weeks. I didn’t grow up in a denomination that observed Lent, so it has been enlightening to learn how the story of Christ’s “40 days” of fasting and prayer in the wilderness “became” the 40 days of Lent. Pastor Scott likens it to Joseph Campbell’s ”Hero’s Journey” in myth. Stories of Odysseus and other “classical” journey stories. As Pastor Scott and I were talking, one evening not so long ago, I said, “It’s a “coming out” story.” He said, “Yes, exactly.”

 The truth is seen, the truth is engaged, the truth wrecks the world as one knows it and leaves it in ruin. But in the midst of ruin rises a new world. (A new way of being.)

A fiction is cooking from this entry. This has been on my mind for weeks. Somehow the movement from light through the dark to light again? Amazingly boring said in those words. But inside me? It feels terribly original. I haven’t yet put a word on the page.