I was working on a possibility of an entry today and even had the illustration and the subject picked out. It was on R. S. Thomas, the poet of the cross, who was mostly interested in God's silences, "the deus absconditus" or "the hidden God" and what that means for forging an identity in a modern world. I liked his quote, "Our duty is to testify bravely to the existence of God in a time when our dwelling place is in the desert." It is a fascinating subject and I will get back to it.
But right now, late at night, I have an emergency call. My nieces's ex-husband has been taken to the hospital and my niece wants me there when her children are briefed on his condition. So I go, and I pray with them, no hidden God, we call on him to come to us and surround us with his comfort. The last thing I want, for all of them, and even for me, is a hidden God. Knock softly, but knock!
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