A while back, still in the penumbra of the Weaving the Between post, a friend and I were musing over our experience of what we are calling the christ surge, the evolutionary surge in global consciousness that we and some others are sensing. We are calling it a christ surge because we feel a rightness about understanding the “christ” as a dynamic of the mystery of Being, a dynamic which evolves consciousness, and which was well-incarnated in the person of Jesus. How do we sense it? we asked ourselves and each other. How do we encourage and support it? How do we participate in it?
In the details, we theorized. In the care and respect with which we engage in every task, in each encounter. It hit us both at the same time. It is in the small, unremarkable actions done with attention and respect– presence–that the “between” is woven, filling in the gap between the high-flying perception of a cosmic “coming of christ” and our personal, homely sparks, our personal sparks of humanity, of christ.
With attention and respect–and presence. Heft. Let’s try it on. I see this most clearly where I lack it: in my relationship with time. Some folks, some families, wrestle with money, or food, or possessions, or Other People. Some of us wrestle with time. I suspect the dynamic is similar with each wrestling partner. An area of life where things seem to get away from us, where we are not grounded and congruent. A growth field.
So for me, “weaving the between” can start with my paying attention to my relationship with time. Not letting my old habits suck me into anxiety and tension. I can try out a relationship with time that has heft. So I practise inhabiting the time I am in at the moment, with a full cargo of presence; not in my anxieties making up excuses that may never be needed. This can, I am finding out, get me where I need to be graciously “on time.” It’s all in my attitude, how I hold it, the respect for where I am and what I am doing, the care with which I engage. There is nothing unique or new about this. I have heard about this dynamic in other languages for decades. What is new is my recognition that by living in this relationship with time – and with all aspects of this mortal life – I am actively “weaving the between.” I am part of the amniotic fluid for the christ that is aborning. I am participating in the tidal wave, and its power is sweeping me along toward shore.
Mulling further, it seems that the support I experience in acting with this care and respect may be the truest indicator that the christ is indeed surging, that the christ is indeed currently “coming.” Because, of myself, I am not this caring and grounded and respectful. It is surely some blessed and blessing flow that is moving me to act and respond with this unaccustomed grace. It surely is.