Genesis 1 Revised

I have been reading "Journey of Desire" by John Eldredge and last night after I finished reading for the night and the lights were turned off I thought about what I had read. Eldredge says that what we think we want probably isn't what we really want. How many times have you craved something and thought that if you could have it then you would be happy or content or fulfilled and one you got it you weren't? He says this is because what you are wanting isn't you deep desire, the underlying longing that you try to fill with your surface desire. He challenged me to find out what it was I really wanted.

I thought that this whole concept made a lot of sense. It is so much easier to decide to find out what you want out of life than to actually figure it out. The best that I could figure out was that I wanted a life that was filled to the brim with joy. I followed that thought down the subsequent twists and turns of my mind, which I won't even try to make you follow, and surfaced at the end with a new picture of Creation.

The typical picture that I have of Creation is God as an old man with a long white beard and a flowing robe pontification the world into existence, probably using the Latin names of all the plants and animals, too. After my journey to discover the joy I wanted and where it was found that image is laughable. Now in my mind creation is a feminine activity (Genesis 1:27 and all that). Watch with me.

A girl or woman, it's hard to tell which, is standing with laughter and glee shining in her eyes. They way she holds herself makes you think she has a wonderful secret that she can't wait to share. There doesn't seem to be anything around her, but that doesn't matter because you can't take your eyes off her. As you watch her laughter finally bubbles up and, flinging out her arm she starts to spin.

Joy flows from her fingertips like visible light. Around and around she dances and as she dances mountains and oceans appear. She takes delight it all she sees and dances on. Flowers and birds, animals and trees are flung into being by the force of her joy. Her laughter becomes the song of the birds, the crash of the tide, and the wind through the trees. Her pleasure is perfect so all you see is perfect. Creating all that surrounds you leaches none of her joy from her but adds to it, just as the abundance around her has added to her beauty.

In her dance of joy she has been dancing alone but now her joy is so full that she must share it. The wells of delight are gathered and flung into a being, in to humans that can share this happiness and dances with her forever.

What this blog's about

Over the past 2 weeks or so I have had several things on my mind that I wished I could share. However A Concinnity of Excursus didn't seem the appropriate venue as it covers lighter topics, such as what my life is like. So I started a new blog for my ponderings which I suspect will be religious in nature. I can't and won't say that they will be theologically correct but they will be mine.

I don't know how often this will be updated because I will only write when the inspiration strikes me. I hope you find something to think about here, even if you might not agree.