My wife sat there
gazing at her little screen. She was playing YouTube videos of babies
being treated neonatally with congenital diaphragm herniation – one of the
conditions our baby has in utero. I hardly noticed to begin with, but there
were tears streaming down her face. Her crying was silent; a private requiem
for what was so personally hers. We embraced, yet hardly spoke a word.
We stand
in some surreal moments of life, where the emotions could be palpable, if only
we were to experience them. Somehow, perhaps, God protects us and holds us as
functional beings even in the midst of shattering situations.
Standing
in the ghetto of the surreal – and it is a ghetto, because that is where the
minority stand – is beyond description; it’s beyond analysis; it just is. Yet,
somehow, it seems easy to get on with life, and perhaps it is the calm before
the storm. Maybe it’s faith. Or maybe those prayers being prayed on our behalf
are helping us.
Standing
in the ghetto of the surreal proves experience to be unreal, even in the
starkness of the reality we cannot help but notice is hitting us square between
the eyes.
As we
stand in these moments, where the ordinary humdrum of life seems but a distant
memory, where there really was nothing to worry about, we are forgiven for getting
down on ourselves. And as our thoughts circum-ambulate through our minds the
pain of such recurrent thought can be tormenting. Fortunately, that has not
been my experience for some time. It tends not to bother me when thoughts
continue to circulate freely in my mind. It’s the unconscious problem-solving
faculty.
But, as
it is, standing in the ghetto of surreal is, of itself, hallowed ground. God
goes there and so do angels.
Where
humanity rarely treads divinity traipses every day; in the surreal. What is
painful is also holy ground.
Whenever
we experience the surreal it can appear that we are being segregated, removed
from the general population, isolated for maltreatment. But standing in the
ghetto of the surreal is very special territory, if only we can see it as
divinity’s training ground. We are under the care of God if we will release
ourselves into his hands.
Surreal
experiences are so often spiritual experiences. This is because the surreal
experience is the invitation to a reality quite unreal, yet never more real.
When we
are blindsided by the surreal we are invited to journey with God. God will
never take us where we cannot safely, and under his guidance, go.
Standing
in the ghetto of the surreal is a reality quite unreal – a very spiritual
experience, and an invitation to journey with God.
© 2014 S.
J. Wickham.
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