“It is finished.”
The task has ended. Go in pieces.
“The true formula of a/theism is not, ‘I don’t believe’, but ‘I no longer have to rely on the big Other who believes for me’.” (HT: @michaelschertz)
What’s finished is the god-object, the projection of our own image, the object of our desire.
God as an idol is finished; the end of religion and the beginning of faith, but not as we’ve known it before.
For “finished” does not mean “done,” but rather “accomplished” as in “ready for what’s ahead.”
Our faith has been rear-ended, certainty amended,
and something might be mended that we didn’t know was torn.
What we were is finished; we are accomplished, equipped from one journey for the journey to come.
And we are fire, bright, burning fire,
turning from the higher places from which we fell,
emptying ourselves into the hell in which we’ll find
our loving and beloved brother,
mother, sister, father, friend.
We do not retreat to the enclaves of ivory towers or the predictability of our parish, but we take this journey and whatever has emerged, our faith or lack thereof, forward to the world all around us and always ahead of us.
And so friends, the task has ended.
Go in pieces
to see and feel your world.
(Go In Pieces by Padraig O’Tuama)