Meditate

I’m learning what it means to meditate on something day and night. This past year has felt like good meditation. Like chewing. Like climbing inside a chrysalis. Like the type of act of faith that will either transform you or prove you the fool and rob you of any remaining faith.

It wasn't a comfortable start, but the longer I meditate the better it feels. Holding a Scripture in mind for days. Turning it over and over. Examining it. Wondering "Why these words?", "Why this emphasis, order, or phrase?" Comparing expectations with what I find. Chewing and chewing. Thinking about what I know of cultures that are closer to the those of the writers represented in the Bible. "What did this mean to them? What were their expectations? What was their reality?"

It's been good to meditate. To return to familiar Scriptures and interrogate them, chew on them, let them change me. It's been one of the most grounding things to return to these days. To know that God cares about the things tearing my city apart. To see that as my reality gets more complicated, Scripture keeps pace.