Most of us who’ve been around the block a few times know by now that the pain of losing someone to whom you have grown accustomed is part of life’s experience. Of these so-called losses, death is the most significant, since it is seen as irrevocable and final. I do not deny that this is the case in many instances. It’s just that today, and for this time in my life, it does not apply to my experience. For me, death has been a temporary event—a vehicle of faith, wisdom, and grace.
This week’s sermons were mostly written during the intense period of grieving and deep transformation. They come directly from the numinous mystery regions of love where I dwelled during my initiation process. Only the final sermon in the group was written more recently.