In recent years my understanding of God had evolved into increasingly remote abstractions. I'd come to think of God in terms like Divine Reality, the Absolute, or the One who holds us in being. I do believe that God is beyond any form and image, but it has grown clear to me that I need an image in order to relate. I need an image in order to carry on an intimate conversation with what is so vast, amorphous, mysterious, and holy that it becomes ungraspable. I mean, really, how to you become intimate with Divine Reality? Or the Absolute?
Sue Monk KiddBetrayal of any kind is hard, but betrayal by one's religion is excruciating. It makes you want to rage and weep.
Sue Monk KiddSomething deep in all of us yearns for God's beauty, and we can find it no matter where we are.
Sue Monk KiddHe'd gone to church for forty years and was only getting worse. It seemed like this should tell God something.
Sue Monk KiddHow could I choose someone who would force me to give up my own small reach for meaning? I chose myself, and without consolation.
Sue Monk KiddFinally, I began to write about becoming an older woman and the trepidation it stirred. The small, telling "betrayals" of my body. The stalled, eerie stillness in my writing, accompanied by an ache for some unlived destiny. I wrote about the raw, unsettled feelings coursing through me, the need to divest and relocate, the urge to radically simplify and distill life into a new, unknown meaning.
Sue Monk Kidd