What I've been thinking
If you came this way,
Taking any route, starting from anywhere,
At any time or at any season,
It would always be the same: you would have to put off
Sense and notion. You are not here to verify,
Instruct yourself, or inform curiosity
Or carry report. You are here to kneel
Where prayer has been valid. And prayer is more
Than an order of words, the conscious occupation
Of the praying mind, or the sound of the voice praying.
And what the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.
From "Little Gidding" by T. S. Eliot
I've missed T. S. Eliot. Or more rightly, I hadn't realized I missed him until I came back to him. The more I read his poetry, the more seriously I consider it, and the less I seem to understand it, and the more lovely it becomes. I'm not sure I really have much to say about the poem, or this portion of the poem, but I think it's wonderful, and you should read it, and think about it.
I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be an individual human being before God. Being unreservedly yourself before God changes more how you are unreservedly yourself before other people, God already knows you.
What have you been "getting into" recently? (and I don't ask carelessly)