Last night as I'm winding down toward bedtime, I hopped onto my Facebook page and read through all the twitter-like status updates recorded there from all my Facebook friends. Here are just a few of the 30 or so I read:
A is going to a meeting with some folks in the refugee community.
B has finally found a way to make soup a meal...add a pound of bacon.
C is just returning from meeting with a friend who is out of work.
X is reading Happy Birthday greetings and thanking God for friends.
Y is about to surprise my daughter.
Z is going on a date with his wife, ending at Sprinkles...
And I was once again struck by how wondrous, how stunning and profoundly blessed it is to be a living, human soul. We are, each of us, a universe of wonders; there is no end to the discovering of it, or to the reveling in what treasures can be found there.
I'm not a humanist, but I know art when I see it. But this is nearly impossible to explain. As Merton lamented, "I realize what we all are. And if only everybody could realize this! But it cannot be explained. There is no way of telling people that they are all walking around shining like the sun."
In the margin beside that quote in the book, I have scribbled, "He sees it too!" Really, until the moment read that, I thought I must be mad.
Dear John ~ 29 May 2017
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