Church steeples are not only architectural marvels, but beautiful symbols of humankind’s highest aspirations. They certainly touch something deep inside of me, but sadly they also speak of a spirituality that, in its worship of the sky god, has too often become detached in a state of medieval religiosity and other worldliness. For me the words “up there” in the language of spirituality has been a serious problem. Talk to me of being “in” or “within” or “rooted” or “next to” or “with” or “humanity” and you’ve got my attention. Heaven, whatever it is, or however it is understood, is in my book always wrapped up in the here and now and in the magnificence and beauty of earthiness.
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