by Susan Russell
I loved Madeline L’Engle. Her Wrinkle in Time is on my list of all time favorite books — and one of the greatest treats of my life to get to attend one her writer’s workshops at Mount Calvary in Santa Barbara. These words of hers seem to me to have a particular relevance mid-way through Lent.
I will have nothing to do
with a God who cares only occasionally.
I need a God who is with us always,
in the deepest depths as
well as the highest heights.
It is when things go wrong,
when good things do not happen,
when our prayers seem to have been lost,
that God is most present.
We do not need the sheltering wings
when things go smoothly.
We are closest to God
in the darkness,
stumbling along blindly.