I'm talking about wild erotic loving rather than the tamer agape loving of responsibility and self-giving. I'm talking about passion and not just charity. I'm talking about a whole bottle of costly oil, of more wine for the wedding party, of drying the feet of Jesus with my hair, of ripping loose from my family when it cannot understand, of taking off on an evangelists road with no money and no pack, of letting radical healing flow at the most shameful moments, of singing in a choir and shivering so hard my hair follicles hurt, of feeling so sad in my white-face clown that it was easy to stay in character, and of glorious sexual sharing when I can't remember where I stop and Trish begins. You don't do anything with ecstasy. When you reflect about it, it is already over.
Ecstasy is just what it is.
I touched it with you a few sermons back when I talked about my felt anger at the injustices in East St. Louis and other places. I think my point then was that I want to know more about Seekers than whether it is right-oriented or politically correct. I want to know if you really care. I want more than a sense of gathering out of mutual respect. I want a sense of Seekers that is engaged, that is moving together.