Where was I?
What was I saying?
You know, before I was so rudely interrupted….by a BLIZZARD!
That’s right sisters and brothers; the Country Priest drove a car through a blizzard in the Dakotas! I have never been near a blizzard or given thought to what such a phenomenon might be like. Well it’s like this: you are driving a vehicle into blowing snow and suddenly the snowstorm becomes a blanket that covers the entire world. You no longer have a sense of the distinction between the earth and sky. Everything is silent, white and deadly. And it is unclear where you are or how to navigate. You’ve lost your bearings and wonder if you will ever return to a safe place? Life sometimes feels like a blizzard of storms and confusions – deaths and rebirths. We feel lost and then miraculously found: threatened and then safe.
After Christmas I stopped writing in my Journal of a Country Priest. Originally it was because I was traveling, preoccupied, taking care of my Mother and driving into blizzards. And then one week becomes another and as the days flashed by I found myself questioning the reason for the journal and became blinded by the possibility of its irrelevance. What is my purpose? And what does God and the reader desire? These compelling questions are unanswered but I suspect revelation is not to be found in unproductive pondering but in writing, telling stories and asking questions as I strain my ear to hear the tiny whispering sound of God’s voice as I drive through the storm.A strong and heavy wind was rending the mountains and crushing rocks before the Lord – but the Lord was not in the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake – but the Lord was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake there was a fire – but the Lord was not in the fire. After the fire there was a tiny whispering sound. When he heard this, Elijah hid his face in his cloak and went and stood at the entrance of the cave. Book of Kings~