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The Voice Under All Silences

May 25, 2013

In the beginning, they danced.

Before creation.  Before garden and trees and knowledge.  Before fall.  Before all else, theology tells us there was dancing, and love.  We call it perichoresis —  usually translated “the eternal dance of love” — wherein the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit loved each other like a divine dance, facing inwards, the deepest union.  The dance always had been, and always would be.  It continues today.

And out of the eternal dance, the deepest and most profound love, came the light, and the waters, and the sky; the land producing abundant vegetation; the sky illuminated by the greater and lesser lights; the waters and the land teeming with living creatures.

And then He said, “Let us make human beings in our image, in our likeness … ”  What other likeness was there, except the dance?  It was as though He was saying, “Let us make human beings to dance and love and commune like us.  Let us invite them in to the beautiful union.  Let us dance with them in eternity.”

Our very creation was an invitation to that perfect love.  Sprung out of the richness of divine and eternal relationship.  We were created to love and to relate and to dwell with one another, and with our Creator, perfect God in three persons.

We were made to be in the dance.  We are wanted there, we are welcomed.  And in this brutal and broken world, where that beautiful vision of communal love has been uprooted by division, and destruction, and exclusion, and separation, our identity still calls out to us in faint whispers beneath the roar.  Come in, come and dance!  Know, be known, and love, in perfect union.

Oh, eternal Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, who love in perfect and beautiful unity, draw us deeper into your dance every day.  Let our lives be invitations to know and love in the way of your perfect Trinity.  We love you, and we await the day when all else shall fade but our Dance.

being to timelessness as it’s to time,
love did no more begin than love will end;
where nothing is to breathe to stroll to swim
love is the air the ocean and the land

love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear;
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun more last than star

-e.e. cummings

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  1. May 25, 2013 7:11 pm

    Heidi, this is so beautiful! It reminds me of Reaching Out by Henri Nouwen and Holiness by John Webster. Thanks for sharing, friend! I love your words.

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