What if the world is not flat?
What if the North Star’s dive below the horizon as you make your way south of the equator is not an indicator that the end of all things is near?
What if the truth everyone believes, isn’t really True?
What if the most important aspect of your life is only an emotional boundary that you can’t bring yourself to cross for fear of what monsters and end of time horrors await on the other side?
What if the edge of the only world you can imagine is only a passage to another world you never even dreamed existed?
What if speaking the truth of who you are and what you know does not have the power to crush another person? What if, instead, the speaking of this truth has the power to set you free, to set the other free?
What if the expectations you think God has of you are really the expectations of your people that have been handed down from generation to generation, and what if they have nothing at all to do with God?
I devoured the first chapter of Edwin Friedman’s book A Failure of Nerve, and I am setting sail on an adventure toward my emotional equator. Like the early explorers of the late 15th century, I wonder what will appear on the horizon when I stretch out into the boundaries of my fears and press into the deeper unknowable presence of God.
What is your emotional equator?
© Amy Persons Parkes 2013