After my conversation with the daffodils that morning something shifted inside me too. I wanted to proclaim that God doesn’t come down, God comes up! God is less like a comet that suddenly sweeps into our orbit from outer space, and more like a tiny seed of possibility that can grow into a universe, and is gestating in the same soil that gives birth to us.
But this isn’t just about substituting one preposition for another by playing around with the language we use. This, for me at least, was a serious and major shift of focus. It freed me to let go of what had become an outdated and unhelpful image of a God who descends to earth as a visiting alien, and engage instead with a human person who is so fully in tune with the wisdom and the love of the universe, so fired by the life of God, that he would become known to many as the Son of God (though he himself preferred to be known as ‘the son of Man’).
— Margaret Silf, Roots and Wings, p. 68-69
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