Reader Daniel Bell sends in his report of a deep spiritual experience.
The One Thing God Couldn’t Do
Daniel Bell
Were I to measure that which life here has held for me, the weight of it might crush me. The temperature might incinerate me. The depth of it would bury me.
Were I to try to explain it to another unfamiliar with it, I would be left looking for common reference. All I could say would be ” you had to be there.”
The thought of leaving it sends such a delight through me, yet a moment of regret does rear up and dares to say,” the possibilities were so endless.”
All this does is to question my experience here. Did I learn what I had intended? Did I assimilate the available knowledge? Did I live my life to the fullest potential afforded me or did I settle for what was safe and familiar? Was I at odds with my mission, my directive?
Perhaps my mission was to be lost among the vast ambivalence and ambiguity so prevalent here. Perhaps what I gained from being lost holds the wisdom the universe itself seeks so desperately.
What I took away with me and now hold within me, might be the very key God itself has searched for – imagine that. To experience being separate from everything and be cast out on your own, then live on to tell of it. My gift to the universe is my life experience remembered and retold. God couldn’t do what I did, that is why he sent me.