Slow

I think I wish I could remember what it was like to be born, or maybe not with all that pushing and squeezing, leaving the familiar dark wetness for dry light. A whole world to explore, an ever increasing radius of exploration, concentric circles of knowledge. Food, drink, something in my tummy. The tender nurturing of our parents. Growth, no that was not new.
So it is with the spirit. A time of awakening arrives, for some premature in their early life, for others much later. For some the birthing is easy, for others it seems to take an eternity. For some there is an almost instantanous awareness of the 'spiritual world', for others there is no immediate change- just a creeping change. One begins to see life in a new way, through the eyes of Christ. One begins to live in a new way, seeing other people as God sees them. One begins to feed on the words of God. One sees his light and feels his love.

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