A short poem/reflection that is a product of some of my current reading on the nature of Christian worship and the, at times, artificial polarities we place on transcendence and immanence, theology and anthropology... Or maybe it's just me?
If we truly believe
In the sheer otherness of God
How can we not
Be open
To God in the other?
Other people,
Other perspectives?
Otherwise
We are surely saying
God is our private possession,
Entirely comprehended
By our feebly finite
Embrace.
Selah
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