MY Gloriously Human Condition

My gloriously human condition is ever-changing. Six months ago I accepted an invitation from a couple who are potentially my best friends on the planet. 

They invited me to visit them in their vacation home in Tucson for a couple of days. Having lived in Seattle for the past 25 years I thought my body could stand being dried out for a few days. 

And if I speak entirely honest, (which of course is one of my primary objectives for this blog) at the time I was feeling life nudge me towards a major life pivot. I had no idea what it look might look like, but I could feel its tender hand on my shoulder.

I had felt the presence of this hand several times previously in my life. When I climbed out of my crib as a two year old and out the open window nearby. When I first saw the beauty of Puget Sound as a 16-year-old already tired of California brown. And when, body broken and slowly repairing, I saw the beauty of the Sonoran Desert… I followed God’s unmistakable & grace-filled breadcrumb trail.

My human condition is more than my physical surroundings or a geographical location. It is mostly about my heart. It is mostly a quest of the soul, not the results of my latest neurological workup. And my heart is strong. My heart rises up every morning and cries out, “I am blessed! I am profoundly beloved of God and my dear friends and family.”

And yes, occasionally my body might push back on this optimistic evaluation of my currently not so gloriously human condition. But then I reminded that I am not a physical being occasionally having a spiritual experience. I am a spiritual being having a occasionally not so glorious physical experience. It is temporary. And my existence is not. I win… Pain and death lose. God has kicked their butts and I am the beneficiary of that ass whopping!