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Majik's avatar

"But when I was on retreat at Taizé a few years ago, there with my dear friends Hannah and Jojo, I did gaze upon God. As, it seemed, David did: "I gaze on you in the sanctuary." And ever since that time, I have been thirsty for God. I've longed for God."

Please tell us more about this since you've only referenced it here. I'd love some details. Did you describe this more fully in the book you referenced, "Hunting Magic Eels?" If not there, somewhere else?

The only mystical experience that I had was when I was 20 and had just surrendered my life that I'd been squandering to the Person of Jesus Christ who I was meeting in the words and lives of people who told me about Him and I began reading the first sentences of the Gospel of John and I had a physical sensation of cool, clear water splashing me in the face and washing the filth and grime from my eyes so that I could see the Truth of the words that I was reading.

But I have also "seen God" in people and circumstances like you've described when speaking with your friend whose faith was floundering. In forty-seven years, that's not a lot of God sighting or sensing, but it's enough, although I also "thirst" for more . . . but just not all the time, I have to confess.

I think that I would still believe had He not given me these occasional mystical glimpses of Himself, but my life would have been poorer for the lack of them. It's Grace, for sure . . . and I am grateful.

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Terry Jackson's avatar

Yes, words fail, but still we try…

David wrote poems; what a guy.

We want to know the why

And all the magic’s in the sky.

But sometimes, usually when I cry

I glimpse a reality beyond my.

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