“I live in Marina Del Rey. I live in the area of a yacht basin there along the beach of California. If you’ve ever spent time in a boat where they have a slip, you know, they put a boat in a slip. It’s kind of a u-shaped then you pull a little boat in and and you moor it on the two sides. And imagine you get into this little boat one of these little slips and you lie down in this little boat, which is your life? And just before you drift off to sleep, you say your night prayers, get your bearings and faith, and then your plans for the next day, and when you fall sound asleep, this is the dark night, in the middle of the night God quietly tiptoes out, goes around to one side to the rope that moors you to your customary ways of experiencing God’s presence in your life. (I loss the “felt” sense of God) And God slips the rope off the mooring and lowers it into the water. Then God tiptoes around to the other side, your customary way of experiencing your relationship to your life on this earth.(I wanted to die and I thought I might die. I was alone in a state lodge motel room in a fetal position in the bed.)And being careful not to laugh and wake you up, God slips the rope off, drops it into the water, gives the boat a little nudge, the tide carries you way out. And when you open your eyes, you sit bolt upright in the boat, no shore in view. God says, gotcha! (I woke up the next day still alive, not depressed, curious about how to proceed. Life felt more solid. It was a gotcha moment. I drove home.)
Looking forward to this Lenten experience.