Reflection – Day 010

As we cast our modern gaze across the stories of our religious heritage, we say with our tongues and our minds, ‘This is not myth, these aren’t tales from the imagination!’ Yet our barren hearts, plagued with the endless sensory data surrounding us day-in, day-out, are too stubborn and inflexible to take in the vision, like the eye too old to bend into focus. We need, ourselves, the help of imagination to become visionaries in order that we remove the passing thought that the crux of our belief is mere fancy and not, after all, genuine; we need to transport ourselves to that time and that place of which we have heard tell. And spirited thus away, we need to imagine what was quite real and to feel what was then felt and by so doing, reinvigorate our hearts, confident that the clouds of myth will dissipate, condensing into a hard fact, immutable, becoming the solid base upon which true faith must stand in a heart malleable, alive.