When my father passed away, and it was time to choose his headstone (which would also be my brother's) I was compelled somehow to put a psalm there. "Deep is calling to deep by the roar of your cataracts. All your waves and breakers have washed over me." To articulate my meaning would be difficult, but no one asked anyway.
Deep (the soul) is calling to deep (God) by the roar of your cataracts: the noise of universal, sustaining grace.
All your waves and breakers have washed over me: all we have no control over washes over our lives.
Somehow the angst of our deepest soul calls out to God, whether we do or not in our bodies.
Spiritual Tsunami, Mark Mallet's posting on his blog (right) has clarified the matter for me quite well.
My grandparents, Dad's parents, were faithful in their family vocation and had many wonderful children. But in ONE GENERATION, that huge shift occurred, the Spiritual Tsunami's first wave slammed into our family. We have been wracked by wave after wave, until our families are a catastrophe without recovery before the next wave hits.
What does the good God expect from a child who was hit by a Tsunami they didn't even know was possible? When that child survives the first wave and tries to have a family, what does God expect from that child who got slammed by the second wave? The third one?
The undertow is coming. I know it now.
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