All Of It Is Here

The resonant phrases:

Psalm 62

^6 (5) My soul, wait in silence for God alone,
because my hope comes from him.
^7 (6) He alone is my rock and salvation,
my stronghold; I won’t be moved.

Revelation 11: 1-19

(15) “The kingdom of the world
has become the Kingdom
of our Lord and his Messiah,
and he will rule forever and ever!”

Matthew 13:44-52

44 “The Kingdom of Heaven is like a treasure….

45 “Again, the Kingdom of Heaven is like a merchant…..

47 “Once more, the Kingdom of Heaven is like a net thrown into the lake…..

The Commemoration: Willibrord, first Archbishop of Utrecht

Acts 1:1-9 8 But you will receive power when the Ruach HaKodesh comes upon you; you will be my witnesses both in Yerushalayim and in all Y’hudah and Shomron, indeed to the ends of the earth!”

Here we go—

Waiting in silence unmoved.

The world has become the Realm of God.

The Realm is like both the seeker after the treasure (the merchant), and the treasure itself (the pearl). Besides that, the Realm captures it all; draws everything in; includes the bad fish and the good fish; surrounds us all, willing or not.

God’s witnesses to the ends of the earth.

It struck me that the Singer praises Silence. How is that not a contradiction? It can only be that the Song arises out of Silence. Yup. Then there is the prophecy that tells us in plain terms that the Kingdom has already come. How can that be? It can only be that the Kingdom is now, and Now is Always. Yup. Then there are the parables stacked on parables. No parable is intended to stand alone. Why does Jesus speak in parables? Because there isn’t any other way to say what he means. The mind does many other things than thinking. Jesus tells parables so that we will stop thinking and drop down deep into wordless, inclusive understanding. Yup. And last are the witnesses; the watchers; the ones who hold space for the Realm of God.

In silence the Realm spreads out

over the depths within.

In that luminous darkness

the treasure hunts itself and finds itself;

watches us watching,

and there are no boundaries.

Fish, or angels;

nets, or baskets;

welcomed, or forsaken;

all of it is here.

Here.