If you want to get warm you must stand near the fire
C S Lewis
Each day, we are surrounded by, indeed immersed in, the wonder and mystery of life. Its beauty and vastness, its grandeur and exquisite detail reveal themselves to us moment by moment. Each day we are immersed in the Mystery that is God. But might we run the risk of all this – Infinite Glory – passing us by?
“Bob Macke, SJ, the curator of the Vatican Observatory’s meteorite collection, is rummaging around in a drawer. He pulls out a plastic bag with a nondescript rock about the size of my fist, and cupping it in his hand, wonders aloud at how wild it is to wrap your hands around something that—at four and a half billion years—is older than the planet, almost as old as the sun itself.
I, too, am in awe. To touch something that has swept through space, that has traversed the solar system since before the earth itself came into being, to feel its weight and the way it takes on the warmth of my hands, is to let the reality of creation’s vast expanse settle in and take on life. The immensity of the universe comes to rest in my hands.
To touch something is, for that moment, to brush aside my boundaries and to be uncertain quite where I begin or end. It’s simultaneously a movement, a reaching out and toward, and a still point, a reminder to hold firmly what has come to rest in my hands. Touching is risky, and at times messy. I leave something of myself behind on anything I touch and am left with something that is arguably not-me sticking to my hands.
To hold in my hand for a moment a piece of the universe was an intimate experience of the infinite, the sublime collapsed into an unremarkable package. And what do I desire, if not the infinite, invincible, ineffable God, come to dwell within my very ordinary life?” (National Catholic Reporter)
Ms Kerry McCullough
Spirituality and Liturgy Coordinator