I finished reading – actually re-reading – another Henri Nouwen book entitled “Life of the Beloved”. It is a really good book about being Chosen, Blessed, Broken & Given. It is kind of the opposite of the desert father philosophy found in “The Way of the Heart”, which suggest distancing oneself from the damaging effects of the secular world. This book is about discovering how to spiritually live in a secular world. I want attempt to recap the book because it is short enough for you to read it yourself. But it did get me to thinking about something I thought I would share.
Boomerangs. That’s right boomerangs. I use to know this man who actually made boomerangs, real ones. I played around with them some for a while and discovered it is much more difficult than it appears to get them to come back to you. Henri’s book reminded me that I am a boomerang. I came from God and my life is a journey back to God. I am in route home. Not to take the metaphor to far by implying that I am not with God on the journey, but the comforting thing was that I started with God, in the hand of God.
I never did master the art of the returning boomerang. In fact, let a boomerang sail from my hand and it appears a lot like a stick. But to see that guy who made them toss one is amazing. He designed some for tight circles and others for long loops. He crafted each one, by hand, for a special purpose and when he sent it soaring through the air it always returned to his hand. It is an amazing thing to see. The freedom of flight! The speed. The lifts and turns. The zigs and the zags. AND then the return to the hand that set it free, the hand that made it.
I was made by God and will land in his hand. I don’t know, it just makes me feel good to realize that.