\"Almighty God, who created us in
your own image...\" So begins the prayer
written in the book of tradition. Image?
What is that?
Resemblance? Character? How can one
bear the image, especially when each of
us is different? An identical twin, perhaps?
Unlikely, given my humanity.
If only tradition\'s volume had said \"created
us with the potential to become...\" then I
could let it go, check that box. Inherent in
all, recognized by many, pursued by some
is The Capacity To Imagine, the image
by which I was formed in the nutrient
womb and released into the sandbox to
play with the other children.
I am, you are, we are gifted into life by
a Mystery whose nature is imagination
and whose hope is that I will shake off
the sand, step out of the box and find
my Way using the instruments and the
insights of Holy Imagination.
\"Sacred Breath that imagined chaos into constellations,
darkness into light, and formed me with the capacity
and the urgency to imagine...\" So begins the
prayer written upon every human heart. So we
bear the nature of God.