The sermon was about space.
And silence.
Space on walls in a gallery, allowing room for the paintings to live and breathe, as it were, or as it is.
The space between words or sounds, which call silence.
Oddly, he spoke of John's Gospel and the Word. And the Silence eternal before the Word. Then, curiously, the eucharistic prayer said something like, "Your Word has never been silent."
My lawyerly mind (I'm not a lawyer, though) said to myself, which is it?
Why can't my zen mind say: why does it have to be either/or (the title of a Kierkegaard work)? Why can't it be both?
(Grammar purists might tell you that the slash, or virgule, is used improperly above.)
Silence.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
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