There really is nothing new under the sun. For some time now, I have been writing stories from my life in my head. I do not remember where or when I came up with the name for these stories – “The Geography of Soul,” but that name has always stuck with me.
As I went to sign up for a free blog on wordpress.com today, I figured I should google “geography of soul”. Wouldn’t you know, when I typed “geography of soul” into my google search box, several things popped up. Apparently others have had similar thoughts. One version is some new age music I can order on Amazon. Another is part of a film trilogy from the 1960’s. The third (and most interesting) is “Eastwards Toward Eve: A Geography of Soul”. This one mentions East and West, darkness and light in the soul, archetypes and actual experience. Think I need to order this one – it is in paperback.
In any case, even though it may not be original, I am still going to call my blog “The Geography of Soul: People, Places and Reflections from the Journey”
There are so many things I could write about for my first blog. I guess one of the joys of blogging (that I am soon going to find out about) is that I can use the space however I want. It does not always have to be me who is writing. In fact, I can post things that others have written that I really like – things that have been key at some point on my own journey. For Christmas reflection, I can think of nothing better to post than my favorite poem / prayer, “Prophets Of A Future Not Our Own” By Archbishop Oscar Romero. I first came across it over 10 years ago. It still gives me chills and even sometimes makes me cry (a little).
It helps, now and then, to step back and take a long view.
The kingdom is not only beyond our efforts,
it is even beyond our vision.
We accomplish in our lifetime only a tiny fraction
of the magnificent enterprise that is God’s work.
Nothing we do is complete, which is a way of saying
that the kingdom always lies beyond us.
No statement says all that could be said.
No prayer fully expresses our faith.
No confession brings perfection.
No pastoral visit brings wholeness.
No program accomplishes the church’s mission.
No set of goals and objectives includes everything.
This is what we are about.
We plant the seeds that one day will grow.
We water seeds already planted,
knowing that they hold future promise.
We lay foundations that will need further development.
We provide yeast that produces far beyond our capabilities.
We cannot do everything, and there is a sense of liberation
in realizing that. This enables us to do something,
and to do it very well. It may be incomplete,
but it is a beginning, a step along the way,
an opportunity for the Lord’s grace to enter and do the rest.
We may never see the end results, but that is the difference
between the master builder and the worker.
We are workers, not master builders; ministers, not messiahs.
We are prophets of a future not our own.