The Gospel reading for Monday was the beginning verses of John. Today's reading had John the Baptist "crying in the wilderness" which sent me back to yesterday's reading: "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God." In my head, I substitute periods for the commas in this sentence making it three distinct pronouncements.
These pronouncements always stir something within me. Fifty five years or so ago, when I was in my 'look at how pious I am' mode, this reading caused me to put aside my piousness OR it was put aside for me. My whole being seemed infused with wonder and awe, humbleness. That one sentence made me feel different. Outside of myself somehow. Outside of myself yet part of everything. Whole. An amazing feeling for such a young girl
I could not have put any of this into words at that time. Even thought. It has taken years for me to realize that what I had experienced was the touch of God in my soul. It was one of my first awakenings to the experience of God. And I didn't know it. Had no clue. But it was there. It is here. It is part of who I am.
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