
I met someone this week who reminded me of the call of the wild that has emerged as a major strand of my faith and spirituality. He spoke on "soil and soul" at a conference I was attending with 300 other clergy from our Anglican diocese. Although most of us didn't quite understand everything he talked about, I, for one, felt there was something about HIM that spoke more loudly ... and I heard again the call of the wild.
The photo above, "Boat, Secured" was taken during the conference, on a free afternoon when I took myself off to a quiet fishing village where no-one else had gone. The photo spoke to me of being anchored and also free to ride the waves as I head away from the shore and into the unknown.
I can trace this back to the summer of 1999 when I met God in a fresh and exciting way as a SON of God, not just a CHILD of God, and a new pathway opened up that continues to stretch away into unknown places. I began then to discover the "unkempt and craggy" places in my own soul, in my own country of Scotland (see previous post on "Wild Places") and in God.
What does it really mean to be a man of God, a man after God's own heart?