Clinging to God
I can honestly say I have never experienced God as a gendered Being. God has always been a mysterious presence, a constant – sometimes loud, sometimes deathly still - powerful, loving presence that I could experience anywhere, everywhere. Sometimes, I have experienced God as an absent presence, when I have longed to know God as a “being” that could be physically clung to. Have there been times in your life when you absolutely wanted to physically hug God, to feel God’s tender caress? Have there been times when, truthfully, you just wanted to grab God by the ankles and never let go?
Maybe that’s where community steps in – not to fill a void – but to stand in as the physical presence of God.
I am grateful for all of the many types of community into which God has either placed or led me – my family of origin, the four other women with whom I currently live, the broader Sinsinawa Dominican family, and the many people with whom I have worshipped, played and ministered.
What is your experience of the Holy? Do you seek and find God in community, however that might look?
Kathy Flynn OP