Over the past two weeks, I read Dark Night of the Soul, written by St. John of the Cross, a 16th Century mystic. The following post is an imaginary conversation between me (in regular type) and my creative interpretation of John (in bold). To avoid misrepresenting the real-life Saint, I have named my imaginary version of him “Saint Ron of the Cross”.
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As far as I can remember, I first felt the presence of God was when I was in the sixth grade. My church, like many others in the early 2000’s, had just added an additional worship service to its Sunday morning schedule. In this service, churchgoers wore polos and jeans rather than suits and formal dresses. The choir and choir director were replaced by a five piece rock band fronted by a charismatic college student who often closed his eyes and raised his hands as he sang. Instead of intricate, wordy hymns, we sang simple “praise songs” to God as if to a close friend or romantic partner.