Having come away from a training session on "Urban Christology" and then read two biographies from revivals of the past, and had a chat with my boss and the bishop about a passion for emerging church, I have a question:
Is spirituality in a postmodern climate in danger of being as fragmented and centreless as postmodern notions of identity? Previous posts wrestle with this a bit.
How about this for a poetic answer:
A diamond has many facets but it doesn't have a centre. The whole diamond is the centre.
Does your own spirituality feel like a unified whole, or does it seem like the awkward jostling of multiple spiritualities? Or something else?
The Washing Machine Prayer
Lord, my heart is like a washing machine:
I gaze into its whirring depths, mesmerised
By the jostling scrum of sleeves and underpants,
Waiting for this spinning world to cease its orbits.
I wait outside my heart, Lord, peering in
at its endless reconfiguration,
Wishing for a still point
That I might sound its depths
And find my centre.
(OK I have to award that a cheese factor of 2.5 but you get the idea)
P.S. On a lighter note they're showing reruns of Dad's army at 1pm-ish on Sundays - great to wind down after church!