Healing Before Obedience: The True Path of Discipleship

Illustration of a therapy session at sunset, showing a gentle bearded therapist in a robe listening attentively to a person holding a cracked clay vessel glowing with soft light, symbolising healing and restoration.

There is a kind of spiritual exhaustion that settles into people who genuinely want to follow Jesus but can’t seem to make themselves “better”. They are not defiant. They are not lazy. They are not looking for loopholes. They are simply tired of carrying an inner world that feels frayed, reactive, anxious, or numb. Unfortunately, what they often receive from the Church is more “weight”.

Try harder. Pray more. Read your Bible. Stop doing that. Start doing this. Be disciplined. Be holy.

Those words can be true, as far as they go. But they can also be cruel when they are spoken to someone who is not yet safe in their own skin. We keep asking wounded people to behave like healed ones. We keep demanding fruit from branches that are still snapped at the core.

The tragedy is that we call this “discipleship”. However, Jesus rarely starts where we do. Instead, He begins with restoration. He begins with presence. He begins with the gentle work of putting a human being back together.

And only then, sometimes quietly, sometimes with clarity, other times with mystery that requires faith, He invites them into a new way of living.

Healing comes before obedience.

Not as a modern self-help slogan. Not as an excuse to ignore holiness. But as a thoroughly Christian ordering of grace, truth, and transformation.

The Order of the Gospel

When the Church reverses the order, people either become hypocrites or casualties.

Some learn to perform. They polish the outside. They memorise the right phrases, adopt the right posture, and keep the right habits. But the inner world remains untouched. Desire stays bent. Shame remains in control and untouched. Anxiety continues humming under the surface. They become “good” in public but brittle in private. Their faith becomes performative image management.

Others collapse. They try to obey, fail, repent, try again, fail again. Eventually, they decide they are broken beyond repair, that God must be disappointed, and that everyone else must be doing Christianity better than them. They’re exhausted. They adopt impostor syndrome. The spiritual life becomes a treadmill powered by fear. Neither of these outcomes resembles the peace of Christ.

The gospel is not God issuing demands from a distance. It isn’t behaviour management. The gospel is God drawing near. It is God’s life moving toward our death. God’s wholeness moving toward our fracture. God’s love entering the places where we have learned to survive and transforming us from the inside out.

The Christian story begins with the incarnation: God in flesh. God in weakness. God in the ordinary and the wounded. Before Jesus teaches a single sermon, he is already saying something with His presence: you do not have to climb your way up to me. I have come down into you. We tend to treat obedience and rules as the entry point into transformation (though we’d never admit it). However, Jesus treats God dwelling among us as the entry point into the Kingdom.

Jesus Heals First

If you read the Gospels with even a little attention, a pattern emerges. Jesus does not primarily meet people with a checklist. He meets them with a kind of attention that feels like warm sunlight on a winter morning.

He touches lepers. That alone is a theological act. The body that society calls untouchable becomes, in Jesus’ hands, a place of divine contact and healing. Before the man has a new life, he has a new experience of belonging. Before he changes, he is met. He restores a bent-over woman and calls her “daughter”, publicly naming her dignity. He does not begin with a lecture about her habits. He begins by working on the inside and then the outside. Christ sits at the table with sinners, not as a tactic, but as a declaration: my holiness is not contaminated by your mess, and my love is not withheld until you are clean. I am here.

Even when Jesus confronts behaviour, he often does so after re-establishing safety. Consider Peter. Peter fails loudly. He denies Jesus, not once, but repeatedly, and then collapses into shame. After the resurrection, Jesus does not begin with punishment. He begins with breakfast. A fire. Fish. Ordinary warmth. Then, and only then, he asks Peter the most restorative question imaginable: do you love me? Not “why did you do it?” Not “how could you?” But: do you still want me? Is the relationship still alive?

It is psychologically sophisticated and spiritually profound.

Jesus is not ignoring sin. He is going beneath it.

Because sin is rarely (if ever) just about behaviour. It is often the surface, or the fruit of something deeper: fear, pain, disintegration, misdirected desire, unmet longing, a nervous system stuck in survival. Behaviour is the fruit, brokenness, and the things that enslave us are the root.

Jesus treats the person, not just the symptom.

Why Obedience Fails Without Healing

We have to be honest about how humans work. God made us embodied. That means spiritual formation is not only about ideas or willpower. It involves the mind, the body, memory, attachment, desire, and the patterns our nervous system has learned for staying alive.

Trauma does not only happen when something terrible happens. Trauma also happens when something good should have happened and did not: safety, protection, nurture, comfort, stable love. The wounds of absence can shape a person as much as the wounds of violence.

When the inner world is formed under threat, the body learns to survive. It develops strategies: people-pleasing, controlling, numbing, avoiding, performing, disappearing, and exploding. These behaviours are never acted out in a vacuum. They are learned responses to pain, suffering, and brokenness.

If you tell a person like that to “just obey”, you might get compliance, but you will not get transformation. Compliance is fear dressed in religious clothes. It looks like holiness from a distance. Up close, it is often anxiety and depression.

In these cases, obedience does not heal. It intensifies the fracture.

This is where shame becomes especially dangerous. Shame is not simply “I did wrong”. Shame is “I am wrong”. It collapses the whole self into failure. It makes the soul hide. It makes vulnerability feel like a threat. It teaches people to lie, even to themselves, because telling the truth would feel like committing suicide. You can’t build a mature Christian life on shame. You can build a controlled community with it. You can build a performance culture. You can build a church that looks clean (but is dead inside). But you can’t build the kind of people Jesus makes: honest, free, humble, resilient, tender, brave.

Obedience without healing is not sanctification. It is behaviour management. It is pruning leaves while the roots rot.

Sin as fracture, not merely rule-breaking

This is one of the places where theology and psychology can actually hold hands, if we let them.

Sin is real. Scripture does not downplay it. But sin, in the biblical imagination, is not only the breaking of rules. It is disunion. It is misalignment. It is a turning inward that fractures our capacity for love. It is a distortion of desire. It is a bondage to the powers that dehumanise humanity and cause fear, shame, death, violence, and idolatry. When sin is understood only as legal guilt, the solution becomes a legal transaction. When sin is also understood as wound and bondage, the solution becomes healing and liberation. This is why the gospels feel like a rescue story, not a courtroom drama.

Jesus does not merely announce forgiveness. He casts out what oppresses. He heals what is broken. He restores people back into community. He re-humanises them. He makes them whole. Forgiveness is a doorway back into right relationship with God, the world and even yourself.

And it is in relationships where true healing happens.

If God’s goal is union, then God’s work will look like reconciliation, restoration, and integration. God does not just want “better behaviour”. God wants you back. God wants your heart unknotted. God wants your body to breathe again. God wants your desires to become truthful. God wants your life to be free enough to love.

This is not therapeutic Christianity. This is Christianity as it always was when it was at its best – salvation as becoming truly human.

What Obedience Looks Like After Healing

This is where some people get nervous. They hear “healing comes first” and assume it means “obedience does not matter”. It matters. But it matters as fruit, not as an entry fee.

There is a kind of obedience that is fundamentally self-protective. It obeys to avoid punishment, to maintain image, to manage anxiety, and to stay in control. It is often rigid. It struggles to be honest. It is terrified of ambiguity. It becomes harsh toward others because it is harsh toward itself. It’s bitter, judgmental, scared and closed off.

Yet there is another kind of obedience. It is both softer and stronger. It obeys because it trusts. It obeys because it has been loved. It obeys because desire has been sufficiently healed to want the good without being forced into it. This kind of obedience is not held onto; it is surrendered.

It is not performative. It is quiet. It is not obsessed with being seen as “right”. It is more concerned with being real. It is what love looks like when the soul is no longer defending itself.

This is why Jesus speaks so often about trees and fruit. Fruit grows when the conditions are right. It is not manufactured through pressure. You can tie fruit to branches with a string, but everyone can tell it is fake. Real fruit comes from life moving through the tree.

Union produces obedience the way sunlight produces growth. Not instantly. Not perfectly. But organically.

A Pastoral Reorientation

If healing comes before obedience, then a lot of our church instincts need to be re-examined. It means we should stop treating people as problems to be fixed and start seeing them as souls to be loved. It means we should be slower to correct and quicker to listen. It means we should create communities where confession is not a public execution but a doorway into mercy and change. It means we should stop confusing “high standards” with spiritual maturity. Many people can keep standards. Fewer people can become humble. Fewer still can become gentle. The Pharisees obeyed plenty of rules. Jesus still called them blind.

It also means we need to distinguish between conviction and condemnation.

Conviction is usually specific. It has clarity. It leads toward life. It can be painful, but it does not crush the self. Condemnation is vague. It is global. It tells you that you are the problem, that you are unworthy, that you will never change. One draws you into God. The other drives you away.

If your spirituality leaves you terrified, brittle, performative, and exhausted, there is a good chance you are obeying without healing. Or you are trying to heal yourself through obedience. And it will not work. It cannot work. That is not how grace works.

Grace is not God lowering the standard. Grace is God raising the dead to it. That includes the dead places in us. The numb places. The angry places. The frightened places. The places we learned to hide. Jesus does not stand at the door of those places shouting instructions; He enters them. Jesus sits there with the patience of God. He touches what is untouchable, and He speaks to what has been silenced.

He stays.

And from that staying – slowly, obedience begins to make sense again. Not as a threat. Not as a way to earn belonging. But as a response to love.

A Contemplative Closing

There is a gentleness in God that we often mistake for permissiveness. It is not permissiveness. It is wisdom. God knows that fear cannot heal fear. God knows that shame cannot heal shame. God knows that woundedness cannot be commanded into wholeness. So God comes near. He heals. He restores, and He puts the pieces back together.

And then, like a path appearing under your feet, a new way of living opens. Not because you finally became strong enough. But because you were met by a person strong enough to hold you and see you while you learned how to walk again.

If you are tired, if you feel stuck, if obedience feels like grinding your teeth in the dark, consider this: maybe the invitation in front of you is not “try harder”. Maybe it is “come closer”. Maybe the next faithful step is not another vow of effort, but a quiet act of consent.

“Lord, heal what is beneath my habits.

Lord, meet me where I am fractured.

Lord, restore the parts of me that have been surviving.

And let obedience be fruit, in season, from a life finally learning how to breathe.”

Amen

My Top 5 Books of 2025

I do not usually read with lists in mind. I read slowly, often distractedly, sometimes devotionally, sometimes just to survive a season. But looking back over this year, a handful of books stand out not because they impressed me intellectually, but because they helped to form me. They changed the way I noticed the world. They softened me. They reoriented my imagination toward God.

These are my top five books of 2025, not ranked by importance, but gathered because each met me where I was and quietly moved me somewhere better.

1. Haiku: Japanese Poems for the Four Seasons edited by Ornella Civardi

This book did something simple. It forced me to slow down.

Haiku does not allow for rushing. There is no room for verbosity or explanation. You must attend. You must notice. A falling leaf. The sound of rain. A moment that would otherwise pass unnoticed. Reading these poems is helping me to train my attention outward again, away from constant abstraction and into the texture of the world around me.

Spiritually, this mattered more than I expected. It reminded me that presence is not a technique but a posture. That the sacred often hides in what is small and fleeting. That God does not always speak in paragraphs but sometimes in a single image, held long enough to be received.

I found myself more deliberate after reading this book. More aware of light, sound, and stillness. In a culture obsessed with speed and productivity, haiku felt quietly resistant. Almost monastic.

2. The Wood Between the Worlds by Brian Zahnd

Zahnd has a gift for naming the thin places between heaven and earth, and this book lives entirely in that space. Drawing its imagery from C S Lewis, The Wood Between the Worlds explores liminality, transformation, and the places where God meets us between certainty and chaos.

What I appreciated most was its refusal to rush toward answers. This is not a book trying to win arguments. It is a book inviting readers into mystery, into surrender, into the slow work of unlearning false images of God.

It resonated deeply with my own growing sense that faith is less about holding tight to certainty and more about learning how to dwell faithfully in the in between. Zahnd writes with pastoral warmth, theological depth, and poetic imagination, making this a book I returned to more than once.

3. Ancient Wisdom for the Care of Souls: Learning the Art of Pastoral Ministry from the Church Fathers By Coleman M. Ford and Shawn J. Wilhite

In an age where pastoral ministry is often shaped by metrics, branding, and performance, this book gently but firmly pulls us back to a much older vision of soul care. One rooted in patience, humility, discernment, and deep attention to the inner life.

The section on Gregory of Nyssa stood out to me in particular. His vision of the soul as endlessly journeying into God, always growing, always becoming, reframed formation not as fixing people but as accompanying them. Gregory does not see humanity as a problem to be solved, but as a mystery to be loved into wholeness.

That perspective has stayed with me. It has shaped the way I think about spiritual direction, formation, and even my own inner life. It reminded me that good pastoral care is slow, relational, and deeply human.

4. The Shack by William Paul Young

I know this book divides opinion. But this year, God used it powerfully in my life.

The Shack met me at a time when I needed healing more than explanation. It did not answer all my theological questions, nor did it try to. Instead, it reintroduced me to a God who is present in suffering, gentle with wounds, and more loving than my fear had allowed me to imagine.

Reading it felt less like consuming a book and more like being accompanied through a difficult conversation. It helped clarify my path toward God this year, not by removing doubt, but by reshaping trust.

For all its simplicity, The Shack carries a deeply pastoral theology. One that prioritises relationship over control, love over fear, and presence over performance. I am grateful for it.

5. Kitchen Hymns by Pádraig Ó Tuama

Reading Pádraig always feels like home.

Ó Tuama has a remarkable ability to write about God without forcing God into the room. Kitchen Hymns is intimate, domestic, and deeply human. It finds the sacred in ordinary spaces, conversations, and moments that rarely feel religious enough to matter.

What I loved most is how gently theological it is. The poems and reflections do not preach. They listen. They honour complexity. They allow grief, joy, doubt, and love to sit at the same table.

This book reinforced something I keep returning to in my own writing and faith. That God is not waiting for us in abstraction or spiritual achievement, but already present in kitchens, friendships, silence, and shared meals.

Recovering the Lost Books: Why Protestants Need the Deuterocanon Again

Why don’t we (Protestants) read the apocrypha? The first Christians read Scripture with wider eyes. Their Bibles included books like Wisdom, Sirach, Baruch, Tobit, Judith, and the Maccabees. These books shaped their imagination, their theology, and their understanding of God.

Modern scholarship confirms this (N T Wright, Larry Hurtado, Lee McDonald). Jesus and the apostles inherited a Greek Jewish Bible that included these writings. In other words, the world of the New Testament is Deuterocanonical.

A Lost Inheritance

During the Reformation, these books were not removed because they were unspiritual or unorthodox. They were moved aside for practical and historical reasons, not theological ones (see Alister McGrath, Bruce Metzger). The Reformers wanted to emphasise Hebrew manuscripts and guard against medieval excess, but in doing so they quietly set aside a treasured part of the early Christian imagination.

The result was a thinner canon. Not heresy-free, but texture-free. A loss of the voices that shaped the spiritual air that Jesus and the early Church breathed.

What These Books Give Us

The Deuterocanon does not contradict Scripture. It enriches it. And the New Testament writers show they knew these books intimately.

1. A wider imagination of divine mercy

The Deuterocanon constantly describes God as patient, restorative, and willing to heal what is broken. Wisdom 11 – 12 speaks of God whose judgment is measured by compassion. Sirach 2 and 17 emphasise mercy that endures and seeks the sinner. Baruch 4 – 5 offers hope of restoration for the scattered.

This is the same tone we hear in the New Testament. Paul’s language of God’s patience in Romans 2 resonates with Wisdom 12. James 1 echoes Sirach 2 almost line for line. Jesus’ teaching on generous mercy mirrors the moral vision of Sirach and Wisdom (see Ben Witherington, Richard Bauckham). Readers who know the Deuterocanon recognise these currents immediately. Those who do not simply sense beauty.

2. A deeper sense of spiritual formation

Sirach in particular reads like the spiritual director of ancient Israel. Its wisdom shaped the early Church fathers (see Athanasius, Augustine, Basil).

Its themes echo throughout the New Testament:
Jesus’ teaching on humility in Luke 14 echoes Sirach 3. The Lord’s Prayer resembles Tobit 13 and Sirach 28.
James’ emphasis on speech discipline mirrors Sirach 19 and 28, and
modern scholars note that James may be the most Deuterocanonical letter in the New Testament (see Richard Bauckham, Luke Timothy Johnson).

3. A vision of suffering that prepares the soul

Four Maccabees shaped the early Christian understanding of martyrdom (see Origen, Gregory of Nazianzus).

Its themes appear in:
Hebrews 11 where the Maccabean martyrs are referenced directly.
Hebrews 2 where the suffering of Christ mirrors the noble endurance central to Maccabean theology and
Revelation’s language of faithful witness through death. Wisdom 3 describes the righteous shining like sparks among stubble. Jesus uses the same imagery in Matthew 13. This is not a coincidence. It is continuity.

4. A sacramental view of creation

The Deuterocanon carries a world where God speaks through the ordinary. Tobit reveals divine guidance in family life. Judith portrays courage as sacrament.

Wisdom 7 paints a breathtaking vision of divine presence infused in creation, a passage that influenced early Christian theology of the Logos (see Justin Martyr, Irenaeus). When John opens his Gospel with the Logos who enlightens everyone, he is standing on the shoulders of Wisdom literature, especially Wisdom of Solomon.

5. A bridge between the Old and the New

The Deuterocanon does not stand apart from the biblical story. It is the bridge between the Testaments. Some examples where the New Testament expressly draws on these books:

Direct Echoes

Hebrews 1 draws heavily from Wisdom 7, describing Christ as the radiance of divine glory.
Romans 1 mirrors Wisdom 13 to 14 in its analysis of idolatry.
Ephesians 6 echoes Wisdom 5 in speaking of divine armour. Matthew 27’s mocking of Jesus recalls Wisdom 2 and its portrait of the righteous sufferer.

Thematic Echoes

Jesus’ parables of divine patience mirror Wisdom 12. Paul’s theology of immortality aligns closely with Wisdom 3.
James’ ethical teaching parallels Sirach everywhere. Revelation’s vision of the righteous shining comes from Wisdom 3. Scholars widely note that New Testament authors quote or allude to the Deuterocanon more often than to many books in the Protestant Old Testament (see Craig Evans, David deSilva).
Without these texts, the New Testament stands true, but strangely suspended. With them, it stands grounded and alive.

Why Protestants Need This Today

Reading the Deuterocanon does not mean abandoning Protestant convictions. It means recovering the breadth of the early Christian mind.

These books deepen:
our vision of divine mercy our understanding of justice as restoration
our sense of the spiritual life as a long obedience
our view of creation as a place where God moves
our ability to understand the New Testament’s theology. When Christians rediscover these books, their faith grows more ancient and more alive. Their picture of God widens. Their hope deepens. Their spirituality becomes more rooted in the world that formed Jesus and the apostles. Not because these books overwrite Scripture, but because they illuminate it. They give back to the Bible its original texture.

A Closing Thought

I am not arguing for a new canon. I am inviting us to remember the older one. The one that shaped the earliest believers. The one Jesus’ world knew. The one the apostles assumed. The one the Church prayed with for centuries.

The Deuterocanon reminds us that God’s story has always been wider than our traditions. That divine mercy is deeper than we imagine. That judgment aims at healing. And that the hope of God stretches further than we often dare to believe.

Sometimes recovering lost books is less about changing doctrine and more about expanding the heart.

Why Christians Should Celebrate Halloween

Reclaiming the Sacred Night through Celtic Eyes

Christians often avoid Halloween. It is seen as dark or demonic, a night of ghosts and ghouls better left unspoken. Yet in our fear of the dark, we have forgotten something ancient and holy.

The Celts called this season Samhain, the turning of the year when the veil between worlds grew thin. They lit fires not to summon spirits but to honour the mystery of life and death, to remember that the light makes its home in the night.

To them, the end of the year was not a time to fear but to listen to the whisper of the wind, to the stories of ancestors, to the quiet truth that death and life are interwoven. When the Church arrived in Celtic lands, it did not erase Samhain. It baptised it, transforming its wisdom into the rhythm of All Hallows Eve, All Saints Day, and All Souls Day, a sacred trinity of remembrance.

The Christian Roots of the Holy Evening

Halloween literally means All Hallows Eve, the night before All Saints Day on the first of November. In the early centuries, Christians would gather to remember those who had gone before them, the saints, the faithful, the beloved dead.

The theology was not one of fear but of communion. As the Apostles Creed declares, we believe in the communion of saints. That means heaven and earth are not far apart. We are one body, the living and the dead held together in Christ.

The night before All Saints was a vigil, a time to pray, to light candles, to tell stories, to remember. The darkness was not a place of dread but a threshold. It was a space where the Church stood with the saints, trusting that even the grave is not the end.

Halloween was never meant to glorify death but to proclaim that death has lost its sting (1 Corinthians 15:55).

The Celtic Way of Embracing the Thin Places

In Celtic Christianity, the sacred was never locked away in temples or confined to daylight. It breathed in the sea mist, the glow of the fire, the cry of the wind. The Celts spoke of thin places, moments and landscapes where heaven and earth seem to meet. Samhain was one of these thin places, a hinge between seasons, a pause between harvest and winter, light and dark, life and death.

To the Celtic mind, darkness was not evil. It was part of the whole. It was where seeds slept, where transformation began. The monks of Iona and Lindisfarne often prayed at night, seeing in the stars the promise of a God who keeps watch when all else rests. Psalm 139:12 says, “Even the darkness is not dark to you.” The night is as bright as the day.

When we hide from the dark, we lose something essential, the capacity to see God in mystery. Halloween, seen through Celtic eyes, becomes a sacred reminder that faith is not certainty but courage in the unknown.

Reclaiming the Night

Modern Christianity often separates light from darkness as if they were enemies, yet the story of Christ shows otherwise. God is born into the darkness of a stable. He prays in the dark garden of Gethsemane. He descends into the shadow of death before rising in dawn’s light.

To celebrate Halloween as Christians is not to glorify darkness but to declare that Christ’s light dwells there too. The pumpkins and candles, the laughter and costumes, can become acts of holy defiance. Each candle lit in the hollow of a pumpkin is a proclamation of John 1:5, The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

Children who dress as skeletons or ghosts are, in a strange way, acting out the gospel’s hope that death no longer has the final word. Laughter in the face of fear is resurrection courage.

To walk through the night, to look upon the symbols of mortality with wonder instead of terror, is to live out the truth of Romans 8:38-39, that nothing, not even death, can separate us from the love of God.

Practising a Sacred Halloween

Reclaiming Halloween does not mean ignoring its shadows; it means redeeming them. It means grounding the night in ritual, memory, and joy.

Here are a few ways Christians might enter the evening as a holy practice:

• Light a candle for loved ones who have died. Speak their names aloud. Let memory become prayer.
• Tell stories of the saints, not just the famous ones but the everyday holy people whose faith shaped your own.
• Bless your home and street as children wander through, handing out lollies with warmth and laughter. Generosity itself is light.
• Walk under the night sky and pray, “Even here, You are with me.”
• Join the joy of the children. Remember that play is not frivolous. It is spiritual resilience. To laugh at death is to trust in resurrection.

When the Celts kept Samhain they shared food with the poor and offered hospitality to wandering souls. To reclaim that spirit is to see Halloween as an act of community, where fear gives way to welcome and strangers become friends.

The Holy in the Haunting

Halloween, at its best, is a kind of Celtic sacrament, a sign that all creation, even the dark, can be redeemed. It reminds us that we are creatures of dust and spirit, flesh and breath, life and loss.

The Church’s fear of Halloween is perhaps a symptom of something deeper, our discomfort with mortality. But the gospel calls us not to denial but to transformation. The tomb, after all, became the doorway to life.

To enter the night is to practise hope. It is to walk where fear once reigned and whisper, “Christ is here too.” It is to remember that resurrection does not erase death. It transfigures it.

So this Halloween, light your candles. Laugh with your neighbours. Honour the saints and your loved ones who rest in God. Bless the children as they run through the dusk with sugar and delight.

Let it be known again that the light makes its home in the night, that even here, amid shadow and laughter, God is near.

The Contemplative Gospel Part I: Creation, Fall, and Our Lost Communion with God

Abstract contemplative artwork of two glowing human silhouettes beneath a starry night sky, their bodies filled with starlight. Beside them stands a lone tree, half in shadow and half in light. Near the tree, a larger silhouette made of starlight represents God walking with them. The scene is cosmic, sacred, and symbolic, in deep blues, purples, and gold.

The Gospel Begins with Wonder, Not Sin

The gospel does not begin with sin. It begins with wonder.

“In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth” (Genesis 1:1). From the first moment, creation was spoken into being within God’s own presence. Life emerged as song, at his call, not apart from him but held inside his life. Mountains rose and oceans gathered, their beauty already shimmering with his nearness.

And then God stooped low, pressing his breath into dust. Humanity came alive, not only because of lungs and blood, but because every heartbeat throbbed with the life of God. As Paul would later say, “In him we live and move and have our being” (Acts 17:28).

The world has never existed outside of God. We dwell in him, even as he dwells in us. Every breath you take is not just survival. It is communion.


Created to Share in the Divine Life

Let us make humankind in our image, according to our likeness” (Genesis 1:26). From the beginning, we were not just creatures surviving on borrowed breath. We were made as mirrors of the divine, meant to shine with another’s glory.

The apostle Peter writes, “we were made to be partakers of the divine nature” (2 Peter 1:4). Creation is not simply about survival or usefulness. It is about communion. It is about living our lives inside the very life of God.

Irenaeus of Lyons once said, “The glory of God is a human being fully alive, and the life of the human consists in beholding God.” That is creation’s secret. We were meant to live every breath as communion, every heartbeat as sacrament. The mystics remind us again and again that the world is charged with God. Meister Eckhart could say that every creature is “a word of God and a book about God.” Before sermons, before catechisms, creation itself was already preaching. “The heavens declare the glory of God” (Psalm 19:1).

What would it look like to see creation, the tree outside your window, the face across the table, as a word of God spoken to you?


The Fracture of the Fall

But then the story bends.

The serpent’s whisper is subtle. “You will be like God” (Genesis 3:5). The tragedy is that likeness to God was already our inheritance. What could have been received through communion, we tried to seize through grasping. What was meant to be given in love, we reached for in desire.

And in the reaching, something broke. Their eyes opened, but not to glory. Only to shame (Genesis 3:7). Hearts that once lived open to God turned inward and hid from the Presence that still walked in the garden (Genesis 3:8). Communion became exile.


Sin as Broken Communion and Blindness

For the mystic, sin is not simply breaking rules. It is breaking communion. Augustine captures it in his Confessions: “You have made us for Yourself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they rest in You.” Restlessness is the echo of what we lost. It is the ache of a heart turned from the fountain of life, thirsting for water while standing beside the spring. Jeremiah gave it his own words: “My people have forsaken me, the spring of living water, and dug their own cisterns, broken cisterns that cannot hold water” (Jeremiah 2:13).

Gregory of Nyssa, the great contemplative, saw humanity as created for an endless ascent into God. Our destiny was always to go deeper into beauty without end. But in the fall, our gaze turned from the Infinite to ourselves. We lost our horizon. We curved inwards. The soul that was meant to climb into God instead closed in on itself.

This is why the mystics often speak of sin as blindness. John of the Cross wrote of the dark night, when the soul cannot perceive the light even though it surrounds her. That is Eden’s exile. The Presence never left. The light still shines in the darkness, but our eyes have forgotten how to see it (John 1:5).


God’s Presence Remains After the Fall

And yet, even here, grace remains.

God does not abandon Adam and Eve to their shame. He clothes them with garments (Genesis 3:21). He keeps walking, keeps calling: “Where are you?” (Genesis 3:9). This is not the cry of a detective chasing criminals. It is the voice of a lover searching for his beloved. Even in exile, God follows. Even in our turning, he does not turn.

Julian of Norwich, reflecting on human sin, once heard Christ speak these words to her: “Sin is behovely, but all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.” For her, sin was not the end. It was the place where mercy would be revealed.

We are dust, but dust still held by God’s breath. We are exiles, but never outside his gaze. The wound is real, but so is the promise. The God who made us to share in his own life will not rest until we do.


A Contemplative Practice

Take a few minutes today to sit quietly. Place your hand on your chest. Feel your breath rise and fall. With each inhale, pray: “In You I live.” With each exhale, pray: “In You I rest.”

As you breathe, remember that the first breath you ever received was God’s. Even in exile, his life still holds you.