The tension...
It seems that every experience in my life points to transcendence. I just finished watching the latest episode of Smallville, and the whole time there is this inclination towards transcendence; even the closing shot of the episode panned the vast night sky, as if to reach up and stroke God's face.
At the same time however, I am called to live out the realities of the Resurrection in my everyday life.
My fundamental frustration is that I have not the mind to comprehend or desire anything but the immanent, and I mean immanent in the pejorative sense. I want novelty, I want pleasure, I want gratification.
When will I ever be at rest O Lord?
At the same time however, I am called to live out the realities of the Resurrection in my everyday life.
My fundamental frustration is that I have not the mind to comprehend or desire anything but the immanent, and I mean immanent in the pejorative sense. I want novelty, I want pleasure, I want gratification.
When will I ever be at rest O Lord?