At Elizabeth’s suggestion last January, I listened to a CBC Ideas segment entitled The God Who May Be. The segment featured an interview with Irish philosopher Richard Kearney, who had in turn been inspired by philosopher Paul Recour.
The program confirmed what I already knew about myself: I am no philosopher. The conversation ranged over the meaning of revelation and the role of imagination – fascinating topics, but I could barely understand any of it.
But then, at the very end, we were offered one perfect image of humility from the First Century.
It is a picture of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit in an endless circle dance, where each gracefully steps aside to give place to the other. The empty centre they created at the centre of the dance was called by the early Greeks “the womb,” where the Kingdom of God is birthed.
The speaker concluded that God was found not only in suffering, but also in beauty. And the Kingdom of God is not made of dry bread, but of wine and dancing.
Friends, I have been puzzling over the concept of “humility” for many months. This image has stayed with me, even though I hardly know what it might mean for me, or for us.
Do you know?