The river flows to the sea. Every river does, ultimately. Sometimes I think that this is a good metaphor for the human relationship to the Divine. Imperceptibly, our small trickle of life is drawn to the great ocean that we call God. Like water to the sea, there are times when the flow turns into a torrent, other times of calm and even stillness, but when we are not moving, like water itself we can stagnate. There is always the impetus in our lives to flow. What I am describing is akin to a gravitational tug towards the sea. This force might be called grace, or love. It is not a compulsion, nor an order from on high. It can be readily resisted. It is like an imperceptible pull that draws us towards the deep mystery and glory of the one whom we call God, the ocean of whom we are all a little part. 


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