a journey of unknown proportions

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    i was peering through my bedroom window this morning and a violent wind was howling outside, as if to say, I am the reason this all makes sense. There was a piece of paper that hovered in the air for a second and then literally swept itself off to thea55f2c32e6828c2c left of my window never to be seen again and it never touched the ground. The wind was wild! It reminded me of a curious nickname the ancient Celts called the Holy Spirit. It was the enigmatic “Wild Goose”. Wild geese can never be tamed. Never defined. They can never never be caught, hence why they are called “wild”. The point and invitation is that if we surrender ourselves to this enigmatic goose we too will find ourselves in the midst of a journey of unknown proportions. A journey that will look completely different from this day to the next. An adventure where the Goose gets to lead us and not our theology…


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