Today I went to the library. The two books I walked out with were The Gospel in Brief by Leo Tolstoy and New Seeds of Contemplation by Thomas Merton. I began reading both when I was struck by a word that was in both of them. The word was source. Merton begins his book by stating, "Contemplation is the highest expression of man's intellectual and spiritual life. It is the life itself, fully awake, fully active, fully aware that it is alive. It is spiritual wonder. It is spontaneous awe at the sacredness of life, of being. It is gratitude for life, for awareness and for being. It is a vivid realization of the fact that life and being in us proceed from an invisible, transcendent and infinitely abundant Source."
I won't quote Tolstoy. I didn't quite agree with him, but what I will tell you is that the word source was repeated over and over in the beginning of the book. (this is what some might call a preface; those that are less bookish might skip this, so I'll pretend I do too.)
Yesterday I was sharing with a friend that I was feeling really dry in my walk with Christ. I felt as though today was a glaring reminder to stay connected to the vine, to press further up and further in til times aren't so challenging.
He is my source, no matter what else might seem like life.
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