Opportunity

Odd, how rejection opens the secret postern door for a midnight walk with the Beloved One. And the things that burn in our breasts with secret fire - unfulfilled longings of the heart or soul - become for us an opportunity to worship Him. To lean into His breast, as John the Beloved did. You've got to love MacDonald, and his metaphors of God clothed in the beauty of the female characters in his fantasies. Exquisitely envisioned. Reminder all again, how the image of God is with us, male and female. And yes, one must agree with Lewis, that we all, as mere creatures, experience the intrusive glory of God as dangerously male. And perhaps this is why women seem drawn to Him more readily than men. But as a man, to see God clothed in beauty, as a woman is, is also to be inexorably fascinated, and to learn to worship, as Keats, in beauty and truth. Perhaps the syphallitic, tubercular romantic will among those we will be astounded to see around the Throne, where many a bishop will go missing. So to Him, the dedication of this secret fast this day.