by Sue Monk Kidd
Things are not as they seem; Sue Monk Kidd sees deeper, through spiritual eyes. Firstlight is a collection of her early writings, moments of seeing the sacred in the ordinary.
Perhaps that is the appeal to me—her way of seeing life as I long to see it. She kneads her personal stories into refined spiritual insights, drawing out the God-meaning in each one. She uses the inner tale to transform, by “reorienting us to new truth and insight, breaking open the hidden holy that dwells in our experience.”
The truth is that there is a “monk” who lives in me, an archetypal monk whom I must honor and allow to be. This monk craves the depths of solitude and silence and has, at times, a searing passion for God and an almost raging empathy for creation.
She is the part of me that wants to come out in cataphatic celebration—dancing, writing, and painting my spiritual journey. She is also the part of me that wants to enter the apophatic darkness of no-thing.
Mostly she exists in the midst of an incredible interweaving of noise and music that flows through my life. I am referring to music as a metaphor for the realm of Divine presence, and to noise as a metaphor for the realm of Divine absence, or to be precise, the place where we are not in touch with the experience of God’s presence.
..Eventually, though, we face a significant question: Can we perceive God in the raucous noise of living, just as we perceive God in the beautiful music of interior spiritual experience? Can we meet God in dog-barking and traffic horns and whining children and the infernal drone of television?
Yes. Thankfully, we can.