Our Longing Is an Echo of the Divine Longing

Thought crosses fascinating thresholds when it engages mystery. Mystery cannot be unravelled by thought, yet the most interesting thinking always illuminates some lineaments of mystery. It opens our minds to a depth of presence that cannot be rifled by even our brightest or most vigorous ideas. Mystery keeps its secret to itself. With its reserve, it invites us ever nearer to the hearth of truth and belonging. Mystery kindles our longing and draws us out of complacency into ever more refined and appropriate belonging. A life that has closed off mystery has deadened itself. Perhaps this is why modern discourse so often sounds inane; it is a forsaken language in which thought has lost its kinship with mystery. When this inner conversation is broken, the sense of mystery dies. When we lose the guidance of mystery, our culture becomes flat. At the end of these flat fields of thought, there is no horizon, merely piles of negativity, an apocalyptic doom that darkens all hope.

Thought is the form of the mind’s desire. It is in our thinking that the depth of our longing comes to expression. This longing can never be fulfilled by any one person, project, or thing. The secret immensity of the soul is the longing for the divine. This is not simply a haunted desire for an absent, distant divine presence that is totally different from us. Our longing is passionate and endless because the divine calls us home to presence. Our longing is an echo of the divine longing for us. Our longing is the living imprint of divine desire. This desire lives in each of us in that ineffable space in the heart where nothing else can satisfy or still us. This is what gives us that vital gift we have called “the sense of life.”

The wonder of presence is the majesty of what it so subtly conceals. Real presence is eternity become radiant. This is why the “sense of life” in us has such power and vitality. Our deepest longing is like a restless artist who tirelessly seeks to make our presence real in order that the mystery we harbour may become known to us. The glory of human presence is the divine longing fully alive.