Continuing a chronicle of pilgrimage with the homeless and recently housed contributors to The Pilgrim, published by the Cathedral Church of St. Paul. To my brothers and sisters in Christ, as we come to the cusp of the Easter Triduum, I greet you with wishes for a blessed Holy Thursday. May you celebrate the feast of the Lord's Supper with great anticipation of the divine promises that have already been and are yet to be fulfilled by the God who raised Jesus.
Here follows a luminous letter.
The Brayne of Jayne
by Jayne Eisan
I'm sitting here writing with a black gel pen on yellow lined paper. If you could see this rough draft I'm writing, you'd agree. Not many -- except the colorblind -- would dispute that this paper is indeed yellow, there are lines on it, and the ink is black. Right? The paper is yellow; that's what we believe, that's what we were taught when we were small. But what if we're wrong? What if we have accepted as fact a totally flawed logic that says "If most people agree it must be a fact" -- when what I perceive as yellow my fiancee perceives as blue, only he calls it yellow because that's what HE was taught ... I don't know exactly where I'm going with this except to say I see the world the only was I can -- through MY eyes -- and I believe what I believe, but others have different eyes and believe different things. It might just be true that in order to experience the true beauty of this world we have to see it instinctively through other people's eyes, creating a multi-levelled seven-billion-dimensional panorama of richness and awe-inspiring glory. When we can do that we will know what God looks like.