Spiritual journey: A word

with thanks to Margaret Simon for hosting the Spiritual Journey writers on the first Thursday of the year

Perhaps you’re in the the habit of choosing a focus word at the outset of each year. A word like simplify or savor (these have been my “one little word” in the past). The general idea is that the word serves as a filter for viewing and processing daily life. It’s meant to enrich and inspire, to make you notice more, extract more.

A well-chosen word has power. Writers know this.

As I contemplate the power of a single word being a tool for the spiritual journey, two things come to mind: A story and a song.

Since childhood I’ve loved The Chronicles of Narnia. I reread the books every few years. In The Magician’s Nephew children from our world find their way (accidentally) into a dusky world that seems to be devoid of life. The sun, much bigger and older than ours, is weary and blood-red. Clearly there has been life, for the kids find a castle and eventually a gallery of people wearing royal finery, seated in chairs along the walls. They are like wax figures, a complete mystery to the children, who go on to have a disagreement and (unfortunately) set deep magic to work (after falling prey to a psychological enchantment. You must read the book for the full effect; in all best fantasies psychology and wisdom are more powerful than ‘magic’). The children inadvertently awaken the last figure in the great hall, who rises to meet them. Jadis (whose name appears to be a combination of long ago or there are days before and witch) is the last queen of Charn, this desolate place. She confesses to usurping the throne by overthrowing her sister at the end of a bloody civil war. Jadis didn’t win this war. Instead, she destroyed all living things in that world except herself by using the Deplorable Word, an ancient and feared secret for which she paid a “terrible price” to obtain.

One word.

Shall we move onto the song?

Martin Luther, the force behind the Reformation, composed the hymn “A Mighty Fortress is Our God” between 1527 and 1529. Consider his third verse:

And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us.
The Prince of Darkness grim,—
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo! His doom is sure,—
One little word shall fell him.

“One little word”… puts an end to Satan and evil. What might this all-powerful word be? Scholars say Luther’s hymn draws from Psalm 46:

God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.

Therefore will not we fear, though the earth be removed, and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea;

Though the waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake with the swelling thereof. Selah.

There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most High.

God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early.

The heathen raged, the kingdoms were moved: he uttered his voice, the earth melted.

The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah.

Come, behold the works of the Lord, what desolations he hath made in the earth.

He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; he breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; he burneth the chariot in the fire.

Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.

The Lord of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah.

Might the one little word be Truth? As in Luther’s words, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us? As in Be still and know the truth of God in Psalm 46? As in If you abide in my word, you are truly my disciples, and you will know the truth, and the truth shall set you free, the words of Christ, John 8:31-32? Or one little word as in the Word, John 1: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God…all things were made through him…in him was life and the life was the light of men…the darkness has not overcome it…and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us…?

I circle back to rest on this premise: There’s spiritual power in a single word.

The greatest battles of life are, after all, spiritual. We struggle with truth. Consider Pilate’s words to Jesus, awaiting judgment in the hall of his palace fortress: Quid est veritas…What is truth?

Truth is, evil abounds. It reigns in destruction, in violence, in hungry power-grabs (i.e., Jadis; in the end, is truth not the inherent value of fiction?). And we hardly need more proof that words matter, as we continue to witness the destructive consequences of bullying on society.

We desperately need an anti-Deplorable word, do we not. One that edifies, helps, and heals. If it is not Truth, then maybe Forgive. Or Bless. Would we be about destruction, if we are actively harnessing the power of these words?

I come at last to my one little word for the past two years, which has served me better than any other.

Awe.

It has several definitions and facets, some of which contrast. It encompasses wonder, reverence, and fear. I sense all of these in Luther’s words. In Psalm 46. Awe is rooted in the realization—the truth—that our existence is part of something far greater than ourselves. Psychologists say that sense of awe has a powerful effect on our well-being. When the idea of awe as my own “one little word” came to me in 2020, I wasn’t even looking for it. I was tired. My husband was still recovering from two heart surgeries following cardiac arrest and resuscitation; COVID-19 was spreading across the planet. I didn’t feel like playing with words.

The word came anyway.

In these two years, rolling into three, my husband lived to officiate our son’s marriage, to see the birth of our granddaughter, Micah, and to see our oldest graduate from seminary and enroll in a PhD program (our same boy who said he’d never marry, have children, or go in the ministry). The youngest has graduated, is flourishing in his funeral career of serving and comforting the bereaved (our same boy who, as a toddler, was fascinated by the wise men of the nativity narrative and especially myrrh…which is used in preparing the dead for burial). Our oldest granddaughter has skipped first grade and is thriving in second. Micah, now fifteen months old, picks up books and mimics the prosody of reading; she opens hymnals and sings in her own way. Everywhere I turn, awe abounds. It reaches out every single day from nature itself…this is why I write of birds and the stars so often.

It’s even in my dreams. Last night I dreamed of a bright-eyed bird burrowing in leaves and pine straw that had gathered at the edge of my door. While I am prone to researching such symbolism until I exhaust myself, I’d see it as awe coming to live at my portal, always waiting for me to open myself to it. This much I know: awe has been a very real entity, a Presence.

Most definitely my guide on the spiritual journey.

7 thoughts on “Spiritual journey: A word

  1. Awe…what an inspiring word. How can we not look around us and be in awe of what we see? Yes, we have trials and tribulations and yes, there are problems in the world, but we see the beauty around us and His grace within us and we are awed by by. May this see never leave.

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  2. Perhaps OLW is akin to trying to describe God – there are too many! Yet, you eloquently convince me to dive DEEPLY into the many ways, because therein lies the path of awe. How blessed we are that God does not give us only one word, only one bird, only one flower. God showers us in abundance, awes us, invites us to seek beauty everywhere, to find God in all things. Thank you, Fran.

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    • Thank you for these words, Patricia. You’re right about the confining challenge of OLW’s capability in comparison to describing God. I am reminded of a young Sunday School teacher giving a visual lesson many years ago; he was speaking on the power of God and planned to draw a picture, but ended up displaying a blank sheet of paper, saying “God is too big to fit on the page.” Yes – the wondrous handiwork of God is everywhere, if we open our hearts to seeing. Awe beckons us to open these receptors. “Abundance” is another great word. I know you will experience abundance and awe and other gifts as you live DEEPLY this year. Here’s to the journey!

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  3. This is twice in as many days that I’ve seen the additional verses to “A Might Fortress Is our God”. In our hymnal, there is only the one verse.
    Today, I had two littles behind me at church, age 4 and almost 2, singing lustily along to the hymn. When the congregation stopped singing and the organ played an interlude, they still sang. It was joyful!
    I think of the awe-filled moments you’ve shared here over the past two years. It’s true that a well-chosen word has power to guide our spiritual journey. You’ve shown us that.
    Your post makes me want to read The Magician’s Nephew which I’ve never read. I only read The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe to my two and then they took off on their own. Should I reread or just dive into The Magician’s Nephew?
    I love the roundup of your family during the recent years. I can just picture your Micah reading and singing.
    And now my burning question . . . Will you spend another year with awe? Or is it time for a new word?

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    • Thank you for you words, Ramona, and I think I will be using my “awe-lens” every day, always. Mindfulness of what one wants to see in life tends to draw it. The only other word I would choose at present is ‘holiness’ – for it. too, can be seen and experienced in shards of this broken world. As to The Magician’s Nephew: When we were children, the books were numbered according to Lewis’s writing of them, but Magician is actually a prequel to The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe and now the books have been renumbered for sequence. I say you don’t have to read LWW again before Magician – but you’re probably going to want to afterward. The series remains my favorite and my oldest son (the theologian) finally read the books and wept…he texted me these words: “It broke me.” He gives me something Narnian every year for Christmas. This year a scarf with the words from LWW and a fleece blanket bearing a map of Narnia. I wrap myself in it and think of wrapping myself in awe. ❤

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