The Sea of Souls [All Saints' Sunday]
The Rev. Jeremiah Williamson Ephesians 1:11-23 The Sea of Souls I stare out into the vast expanse, the vast expanse that is this ocean. And my mind goes to poetry but poetry absent of words. Because there are no words, no answers, no explanations that don’t feel crass – just feelings and impressions and dreams for which even the interpretations need to be interpreted. And I stare because this is one place in the world in which staring is acceptable and not odd. And I breathe. I breathe in the air, a flavor unique to the shore – though many candles promise to capture it and to domesticate it – all unsuccessfully. I breathe it in in slow, shallow breaths, as if a deep or suddenly intake of air might scare away the mystery before me. The air is more than air; it carries the essence of this great sea, like how incense somehow puts form to holiness. And as I slowly and cautiously inhale, I can feel that this ocean is now, so...