No one owns sacred words. They are merely guideposts, orientations, jumping off points to larger, uncontainable concepts. And no one owns concepts of being. No one. No one person, no system, no ruler, no book, no region, no one place in time. And Halleluiah Unitarian Universalism for teaching me that: the freedom, the challenge, the frustration, the open field of that. No one owns the concept of God/Goddess.
I recommend we transcend the argument of the naming of God/Goddess and enter into the dialogue of Presence. People have shared all sorts of experiences that can uplift and enlighten us:
It didn’t have a name but was a sense of the power of the universe, the energy that brings life to form...
It didn’t have a name but was a feeling of an overwhelming sense of home that transcended all worry, all distinction, all judgment…
It didn’t have a name but was the Feeling of a hand that flowed through the body and left every muscle relaxed and at peace...
It didn’t have a name but was the hearing of a voice that challenged a deeper engagement with life...
It didn’t have a name but was a knowing deep within that realized justice as a sacred power...
It didn’t have a name but was the witness of paradox, that two unlikely things could be true and held in the same moment...
We need images, metaphors, stories that remind us of the greater wonder, of our own connections, of our participation in this vast universe. They bring us down to earth and into the next moment, they hold us as we journey on.
So whatever you may name, describe or image that which calls you forth to seek beauty, to open to your wisdom, to nourish your love, and frame your awe, may it fit in to the shaping of your life. May you always feel its presence. Amen.
