The view from the bus

On my way to our week-long January Intensive with Fr. Richard Rohr in Albuquerque, I climbed aboard the airport bus and–best luck!–the front seat was available.  I was so looking forward to the Intensive.  I wanted to dream on the bus, imagine our gathering.  I thought the front seat would be the perfect spot to see what was coming.  I settled my backpack and then slid into the seat to enjoy the view and contemplate what lay ahead.

And I saw this:

I said to myself, “Well, yes.  We can never really see what’s coming.  It is through a glass, darkly . . . at best.”

I disciplined myself to look out the side window, so I could concentrate on the here and now, on reality.  And I saw this:

So, I guess we can never really see things as they are, unless we really concentrate.

Now I know in part; then I shall understand completely, even as I have been fully understood.  So  faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.

1 Corinthians 13:12-13.

Author: Juliana Jensen

Juliana is a traveler, dog lover, cancer survivor, gardener, artist, beginning contemplative, and, of course, a walker. View all posts by Juliana Jensen