Is it so? Am I with all my fumbling, bumbling, and stumbling really a word of God? I am evaluating Kathleen Norris' statement but as I read it, it is the kind of thing that, whether true or not, I want to be true. I would like to know that like the raindrop, one of God's simplest creations, I come from him and when I return to him I will have accomplished what he sent me to do.
If this is so then part of what it is I am sent to do must be to search because much of the time I do not know why I have been sent. I do not often have the sense of having been aimed. I more often have the sense of figuring it out as I go. Unlike a raindrop, which plummets from the heavens on an unvarying straight line toward the accomplishment of its mission, I wander.
But I suppose even in my wandering God is saying something. To believe such would be the counsel of not only Kathleen Norris but also Frederick Buechner who says we must listen to our lives, pay attention to what is happening in us and to us and through us, because the moments and the days we live form a kind of alphabet, an alphabet of grace, in which the word of God to us can be found. The moments and the days are pouring forth speech as surely as the heavens declare the glory of God and the earth is showing his handiwork.
Listening, paying attention to whatever it is we are paying attention to in our lives is hard work. It requires abiding in Christ, being watchful and thankful, redeeming the time. Or in other words, staying with it every moment. Even though our course may wander we can’t let our attention to Christ do so.
But if we do (pay attention, that is) we may find that Norris and Buechner are right. That not only is God speaking to us but that he is also speaking through us. We might find that even in our wanderings we are not lost, and that we ourselves have become something God is saying.