Mystic theologian Howard Thurman (1899–1981) describes the freedom each of us possess to experience the divine:
The claim of the mystic is, at last, that you don’t need anything to bring you to God. You don’t need a mediator. You don’t need an institution. You don’t need a ceremony or a ritual. God is in me, and the ladder from the earth to sky is available. So, I can ascend my own altar stairs wherever I am, under any circumstances, and the key to the understanding of the experience, and to the experience itself, is never in the hands of any other human being.
When I love people, then I find God in me. Whether I bow my knee at any altar doesn’t make any difference, the God in me begins to move up through the corridors of my mind and my emotions … and moves out from me and broods over you….
If you love somebody, you never give that person up. Isn’t it interesting how Jesus always insisted upon this, and how completely we have missed it in our doctrine? Nothing that I can do can kill the God in me. Nothing. Nothing. Since I can’t destroy it, perhaps if I listen, if I can become still enough, I will hear it whisper to me the precise word I need to take away so much of my unhappiness and my misery and my pessimism about the nature of life and the meaning of my own life. If I can be still so that the God in me can get on the march, I don’t need any priest, I don’t need any preacher, I don’t even need any church. All these will help perhaps, but I don’t need them. At last God is in me, and if I find God in me, when I come to church, I’ll find God in the church. The burden of proof at last is on the vitality of my own awareness. [1]
James Finley turns to the mystics as teachers who reveal how to abide in God’s love.
Mystics are men and women, who, through mystical experiences are touched by the realization that down in the deep-down depths of things, God is welling up and giving Herself away in and as every breath and heartbeat. They taste that oneness, and in moments, when we taste that oneness, we’re like a momentary mystic. The mystics are teachers, because they bear witness that it’s possible to be habitually established in that oneness, instead of merely experiencing a little, momentary flash of it—God resting in us resting in God.
In the mystical experience, the depths of God, by the generosity of God, have been given to me as the depths of myself. That experience of oneness is God’s infinite identification with me—with God’s own life—in my nothingness without God. Love is never imposed, it’s always offered, so once I’ve tasted that spiritual experience, then I have to freely give myself to the love that gives itself to me. In the reciprocity of love, then destiny is fulfilled. That’s the real story of our lives—where we are in the reciprocity of love. [2]
References:
[1] Howard Thurman, “The Religion of the Inner Life,” in The Way of the Mystics, ed. Peter Eisenstadt, Walter Earl Fluker (Orbis Books, 2021), 115–116. Note: Minor edits made to incorporate inclusive language.
[2] Adapted from James Finley, host, Turning to the Mystics, podcast, season 1, ep. 1, “Introducing James Finley,” Center for Action and Contemplation, February 8, 2020.
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I really enjoyed the meditation from Richard Rohr, “The Faith of Scientists.” It struck such a chord with me. It may be the best explanation I’ve heard for why fundamentalist religious beliefs are … unsatisfying, not to mention divisive and repressive. I’m lucky to have met scientists who are inspired by the mystery of science more than the facts and the certainties, so I know that many scientists are inspired by faith and the mystical.
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