My mind descends into my heart and there I meet God. I walk into the room of my heart and it is completely bare except for a wooden chair in the middle of the floor. God is in the chair, and when he sees me walk in, he stands up and greets me with a … More The Room
My mind is crowded. Every thought, influence, and to-do vies for my attention like carnival hawkers seducing me to come to their booth and spend my time. God patiently sits and waits for the quietness of my soul. He does not hawk cheap wares or fast entertainment. The emptier something is, the more devoid of … More The Carnival
I am a garden enclosed, a locked garden. Be beautiful, O beautiful flowers, resplendent colours who smell like angels. Sprout thick, you vegetables with meaty nourishment. Weeds, you may propagate (but don’t enlarge your borders), for you teach me humility. Grow, O tree of life, root deep into the earth of my soul. Jesus, you … More A Garden Enclosed
One cannot “study” God, only know him. The finite human mind is not an adequate instrument For knowing the infinite Spirit. We must know God through something that is itself infinite; Through something that transcends the finite mind. Love
Wild Goose Writings 