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?
Meaningful Meanderings 
Interesting that I feel most passionate when I am most connected to my faith. When the “stuff” of life becomes my overwhelming focus, passion and joy evaporate and I feel purposeless and apathetic. The same activities are joyful and energizing and meaningful when my spiritual priorities are in order.
Thank you for sharing…He is risen!
He is risen indeed!
Wow! That was incredibly moving and compex when I really read and take in your thoughts. Each paragraph I read a couple of times and will again. As I take in your writing, I feel something deeper in your words each time. To read it and not think your expressive thought through would be missing something…. Maybe a deeper thought you were trying to express, but more specifically something I may need to feel or comprehend more deeply. It expresses the depth of what Jesus said and maybe thought as He rode in tearfully to Jerusalem ““If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace—but now it is hidden from your eyes. For the days will come when your enemies will build an embankment around you, surround you and close you in on every side and level you and your children to the ground; and they will not leave in you one stone upon another, because you did not recognize the time of God’s coming to you.” I believe, each day He comes to me as I go to him asking for His forgiveness and knowing that so many of us that have accepted him and those that have not, hunger for the warmth and comfort that only allowing Him in can provide. I am sure more thoughts will come to me as I ponder your words!
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Thank you for the feedback. I’m so grateful my words inspired you.