All foxes remind me of my beloved fox ~
Last Friday, at our healing service, the homilist preached about memory being the location of being real. In a way, it is like the fox in The Little Prince, the being made real in the memory between the fox and the prince.
In a relationship, we grow our love, our covenantal mutuality, and our sense of communal identity through our shared memory - and not merely by experiencing life, but in the telling and retelling of our stories, during which proclamation we intuit and invest meaning, deeper and deeper. So it is with God. We continue to meet and be met by God, to develop a relationship not by unauthentic living, but by allowing the holy moments of cuddling with God to fill our imagination. And as we tell these stories of deep breaths in, we by exhaling words make real in our own memory the ultimate reality in God's memory, that GOD LOVES US!
That's why we confess our sins, too, isn't it? That's what Lent is all about: it's telling pieces of the story we like to leave out - stories that are important because they pull back the epidermal layers of protection and distinction and allow us to meld into love that forgives, love that spites our wrongdoing.
Love that leads us to A - - e - u i a - 's.
