WALKING IN THE LIGHT

Drops of rain patter unceasingly outside as the cold fog builds like a cloud coming in; the summer bench sits empty and the branches drip, their snow caps melted by the unseasonably  warm weather. We've had so much thick fog lately, the kind you set out in, but then turn around to the safety of home because it is treacherous finding your way anywhere.

I wonder if our spiritual lives are so different? Perhaps when the way is clear the journey is simply a matter of one foot in front of the other; but when things get foggy, how are we to go on? Survival.

Like the birds of winter we find a feeder and we meet our needs, what that source might be is entirely our choice. Even when we do not know our way we still must somehow make provision for ourselves. Especially when the path seems uncertain we look inward and there find cisterns in our souls we run to when we are thirsty or tired or hungry- things that comfort and seem to sustain us. 

And there is also a fountain, filled with living water and we must choose. When life empties us and crushes us, or the way seems blocked by an uncertain fog, will we fill ourselves in the old ways that are so familiar, or will we dare to draw near to the fountain of living water within us, seeking truth and healing?

Medicine from Sacred Writings:

"Many are the streams of that fountain which the Comforter sends forth, and the Son is the Mediator...opening our minds. This fountain is a fountain of light, spouting forth rays of truth." 

John Chrysostom Fourth Century

" For with You, God, is the fountain of life. In your light we see light." Psalm 36:9