Carol Lee Flinders, in her book Enduring Grace: Living Portraits of Seven Women Mystics*, playfully refers to Margery Kempe as a "paramystic". "Not fully qualified perhaps but, like a paramedic,better in a pinch than no mystic at all."
Paramystic! How's that for a job title! As the world saturates with catastrophe half-baked cock-eyed mystics sprout up everywhere.
Hopefully, Jesus will be along shortly, along with Maitreya and the next incarnation of Vishnu. The Messiah is, by all accounts, overdue.
In the meantime the paramystics scamper about as best we can, holding hands and emptying bedpans.
(* If you're looking for a friendly engaging introduction to great Christian mystics like Theresa of Avila and Julian of Norwich, this is your book. In any case, you shouldn't dilly-dally too long before reading The Life of Saint Theresa by Herself, because nothing compares to her account of how unspeakably EMBARRASSING it is to start levitating during choir practice.)
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