I yearn to be at that place where there is a certainty of call. Where the “thin wall” between God and my soul is but a whisper; Where time and place and call are seamless. But I’m not there. Not now. For me that connection between call and answer is still a hoped for future. Sometimes there is a glimpse of The divine. I will hear a quiet answer to a prayer or a piece of music will lift up a melodic presence of God. I sense the call is always there, and the problem is me. I’m like a faulty radio; the signal is strong, but the receiver is weak.
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AuthorMichael Soika has been a community activist for more than 30 years working on issues of social and economic justice. His work for justice is anchored by his spiritual formation first as a Catholic and now as a Quaker. Archives
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