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The Music of Embodiment

“In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God…and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us” (John 1:1,14)

A composer can’t fully hear the score of his music until it is actually played out through the orchestra. Notes on a page have to turn into lungs filling, breath blowing, lips puckering, fingers plucking, bows moving, strings vibrating, and drums beating.

We are the living instruments through which divine love is played. As the Word becomes alive in us we become Christ in the world, and God hears his own music.

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The Color of Meaning

The color in our life fades when things don’t seem to matter. We loose our way in clouds of grey, in the attenuated light of self doubt.

But everything does matter. Each moment has a beautiful shape, each act a vibrant color, no matter how small or ordinary. If we can just empty ourselves fully into it, we will see it.

When the sun pours itself upon the hillside, the dull brown earth flashes and flames into gold. So is our love when emptied into simple act, turns into treasure.

We are the immortal diamond, the spark we are searching for, but we can’t hold in the colors. Its our nature to be free and clear, allowing the light to move in and out of us, and casting its  color around us. Each act, each moment, every struggle and detail, another facet of the Love we are becoming.