Christopher Page offers a series of posts on the stepping stones that led him to faith:
My journey involves things half-felt, thoughts ill-formed, impressions and sensations only partially detected. I move forward in what the anonymous 14th century mystical writer called a “cloud of unknowing.” My path is not illuminated with glaring flourescent lighting; my guide does not announce the way with the sound of a blaring voice. I move towards faith rather at the calling of a gentle whisper…
Meditation is one of his routes to belief:
At least twice a day for the past fifteen years, I have sat for twenty minutes with my eyes closed in complete silence. As I sit, I am not trying to accomplish anything; I am not trying to get anywhere. I simply intend in my sitting to surrender my thoughts and return to silence. In those years of quiet, I have found an unmistakable reality beginning to permeate the hours of my days. Mystery haunts the edges of my consciousness. My heart opens to realms of reality that are only vaguely perceptible to my consciousness. I find my life is shaped from within by a force that I perceive is not a product of my will.
(Photo: A visitor inspects a light installation by British-born artist Anthony McCall during a preview of the exhibition 'Anthoy McCall. Five Minutes of Pure Sculpture' at the Hamburger Bahnhof museum in Berlin on April 19, 2012. The exhibition on McCall's projections, which he has been developing since the 1970s, opens its doors from April 20 to August 12, 2012. By Stephanie Pilick/AFP/Getty Images.)
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