There is an inherent beckoning in prayer toward which I am compelled. In perfect answer to it (which still eludes me) it would meld my very being (shorn of self) to Yours. Most folks call it contemplative prayer; some refer to it as “centering.” I will never fully achieve its answer because I am alive. By this I mean being human which means that even at the best times my intellect, senses, memory, and imagination get in the way. I am no different than anyone else even though I might like to think so.
The measure of what I understand, of what is readily comprehensible and acceptable to me is, as author Kathleen Norris says, also the measure of God. My mind, my memory, and especially my imagination conspire to take all mystery from You. We all do this, if not always consciously. We make You fit what we can best handle. Actually, this is not such a bad thing, for there is an evolution involved here. We’re taught from an early age to envision what we know of You in a variety of stereotypical ways. It is, at first, a springboard to comprehension but later becomes a handicap to real spiritual growth. As we grow chronologically older the thought often becomes increasingly apparent that if we are to move on spiritually we must transcend not only ourselves but also many of the prior assumptions of our imaginations.
It strikes me as spiritually catastrophic to settle into the habit and comfort of outlived levels of intellect, memory, and imagination. Always nomadic, our spirit was meant to move constantly onward.