Anatheism is a simple proposition that we may find ourselves returning to God. Somehow, we left, one or the other of us grew a bit distant and the other came back. A little like the prodigal son I suppose in the Gospel of Luke.
On a smaller scale, every sunrise is an Anatheistic moment for me. I probably didn’t leave God during the night hours, but I may have drifted a bit, ever so slightly.
Like my favorite hymn suggests, I am prone to wander, Lord I feel it. Fount of Every Blessing.
So our morning practice is to give tacit if not outright recognition to God for all the good we see and behold each morning. I’m not one for making a huge fuss over God this and God that, but in my breathing is a quiet rhythm that knows where all good things come from.
It’s convenient to leave off the bad things, I find it hard to ascribe those to God and fortunately we have very few negative experiences in the early morning hours. We got pretty soaked this morning as the rains closed in on us but it was so warm that it did not feel like a cursing and almost a blessing. It brought me back to God once I got home and dried off and Debbie made me some hot tea.
Much of life looks this way now, a remembrance of how God has never left us even when we think He is nowhere to be found. There are daily Anatheisms and I keep most of them in my heart, ready to see the good from God and the good in all that is placed before us.
In some ways, the photos we take are a proclamation of God’s goodness each day. I don’t label God as the author of each photo but He is and I rejoice in His artistry.
