There is more (part 1)

Let’s begin with ballet.

At a critical point, where I hung on the balance of belief and unbelief, I watched a ballerina release herself. There, holding my phone, my faith in the spiritual world was restored.

My mind had been filled with images of bodies on top of bodies, over more bodies. Matter on matter. Remains of the pandemic. Remains of greed and hatred over the years. I struggled to see us as anything more than just animal matter. What is the point of it all? Yet, ballet… .

The preaching that aimed to encourage, the quotes and writings of fathers of faith helped but did not get there. All the days I spent philosophising , considering the works and thoughts of skeptics, ended nowhere.

It was the arc motions of that dance, slow and stirring, that enlightened me. Only gods could deliberately create such beauty. How could I not see this? Surely we must have the breath of God.

From our depths, we create out of nothing. We are more than just matter. We are spirit and soul.

There is more to us.

There is more is a personal outpouring from a walk out of the dark of doubt, something that Christians don’t speak enough about.