This morning while I was on my way to church listening to the radio, I caught the tail end of a conversation with Barbara Brown Taylor. Her new book is called Holy Envy: Finding God in the Faith of Others. Her premise is that God can be found and met in the faith traditions of other people.
I’m a devout Christian who believes God is present to and in all life. And I remember a time when it was easier to talk in church about other faith traditions.
My favorite religious poet is a Muslim: a thirteenth-century mystic named Rumi, and I have met God in Christ often through his words. Today, I’m comforted by these: “Out beyond our ideas of who’s right and who’s wrong, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about.”
Until now, I have never named the blessing of Rumi while standing in a pulpit. It seems such a small confession alongside the inter-religious anger that governs so many today, in every faith tradition, including our own. My appreciation is made of words on paper found in books I keep at home. Read more