“Gary Paulsen’s memoir Winterdance describes a man running the Iditarod, the Alaskan dog team race, only to vanish. Everyone thought he’d fallen through a patch of sea ice and drowned, and Paulsen drilled himself in remembering details about the man to share with his bereaved friends and relations.
But the man survived. The ice on which he had been racing broke off from the mainland, a crag so huge that the man didn’t notice that he was lost for an entired day. He was rescued at last, but got no credit (or brass belt buckle) for finishing the race. But Paulsen says, “He didn’t care. He’d found god out there on the ice alone.”
Is the divine waiting outside for you, too? Religious seekers throughout history have undertaken pilgrimages in search of revelation. If you’re having trouble reaching your destination, consider that sometimes the best way to find it is to get lost.”
From Earth Bound: Daily Meditations for All Seasons by Brian Nelson
Chorlton Unitarians 