Passion! To explain the feeling is almost to lose the memory of the sensation. Some things are felt so intrinsically, they defy definition and indeed, to ground these other worldly, higher level experiences in ordinary literature is to rob them of the ethereal beauty in one’s memory.
How do you explain the rushing sound of swirling, rising water to a person in the desert? How do you explain the elation of flight to someone who’s feet have never left solid ground?
Likewise, how can I explain the soul wrenching redemption of Jesus Christ to someone who has always remained imprisoned in a world lost to sin? The freedom to acknowledge that which we are not, the grace to praise Him whom we are not, the joy that swirls within, culminating, in a shout of recognition that I am not, but He IS!
A tender baby cries out to his mother for solace. I cry out to my Creator! What sense am I to make of this world into which I was born? And yet, I feel in the silence, a deafening presence. Somehow, I know I am heard yet, not judged, loved and not abandoned, guided and not lost. The dichotomoy my logical finite brain suffers as it tries to dissect and rationalize the infinite God is excruciatingly painful at times until I just give up trying to grasp it and just let the peace that passes all understanding wash over me and renew me.
I have many passions, activities into which I pour my soul, body and mind in an effort to give it my all. Kayaking, what an all engaging sport! Writing short stories, I pour over them for hours editing the right adjectives and metaphors and verbiage, and rearranging paragraphs and anything else I find lacking. Poetry flows naturally at times and expresses deep feelings I cannot otherwise convey. Above all these passions, my passion for God is second to none. My passion for my family is constantly amazing to me! My children!
What moves you?