Grappling with Finitude

In a day and age devoid of any hope beyond our own making, finitude receives constant denial. We don't want to face our own death for we have no framework to deal with it. 

Life is always good. Living it will be hard.  

One of the great gifts to receive in life is a story great enough to encompass all the seemingly contradictory elements of lived life. This story, though given, must be realized from the inside by every and each new individual.  

Stepping unto the pilgrim path might take you down the rabbit hole so deep you think you will never come out alive. And you won't. For the self that left for the journey is not supposed to return, but die a inevitable death on the distant shores of far away lands.  

Embracing finitude is encapsulated in the acceptance of your own mortality. You are not big enough for the needs of your life. You need larger circles of sufficiency. You need to embrace your own finitude and step into a greater story, a bigger life. And death to the old self and its "infantialy grandiose" story is the only way in.  

Golden rays of late afternoon sunshine grace the hills surrounding Nong Khaiw, Laos. This too shall pass. 

Golden rays of late afternoon sunshine grace the hills surrounding Nong Khaiw, Laos. This too shall pass. 

 

“That Nature Is a Heraclitean Fire and of the Comfort of the Resurrection.

Flesh fade, and mortal trash fall to the residuary worm;

world's wildfire, leave but ash:

In a flash, at a trumpet crash, I am all at once what Christ is, since he was what I am, and

This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, patch, matchwood, immortal diamond, Is immortal diamond." 

- Gerald Manley Hopkins