I grew up with a father who was a mystic. My father didn’t merely believe in God, he was in love with God. He had called out to God and experienced an answer. It filled his life like a contagious fire. A spark of that fire ignited in my heart too.
My father later described to me his own pivotal experience, which occurred when I was about eight years old. He told me that one day in prayer he had offered his life to God unreservedly. A few days later he was lifted to a state of spiritual bliss that continued for two weeks. During that time, he could feel no pain, and he said if he went walking in the rain, he literally did not get wet. It was during the time when the Russian cosmonauts became the first human beings to leave the earth’s atmosphere, and when he tried to explain what had happened for him, that became his metaphor—he was lifted out of this world. When he read the Christian scriptures, he was struck by the message that Jesus, who had been in glory with God, left that glory to become a human being. He felt then, he too should let go of this heavenly state, and come back into the ordinary human world of suffering and joy, so he could be of service. And so he did.
Living with a mystical father was a powerful gift for me. From my earliest memories, I was familiar with the idea that God could touch our lives. Learning to pray was like learning to talk—there was an expectation someone was listening. God lived in our house like another member of the family. God was talked about as a source of infinite Love. I experienced moments of being held in the care of a strong and cherishing presence.
My Mystic Father
book:My father Richard Johnson’s funeral is today, and one of my family members will read this story I shared in my
Myke, this is so powerful. I’m holding you in my heart; your words pull me into communion with you, your family, Victor, All. Blessings, Deb
On Mon, Jun 4, 2018 at 10:52 AM, Finding Our Way Home wrote:
> Myke Johnson posted: “My father Richard Johnson’s funeral is today, and > one of my family members will read this story I shared in my book: I grew > up with a father who was a mystic. My father didn’t merely believe in God, > he was in love with God. He had called out to God and ex” >
Thank you Deb!
Dear Myke, I love this insight and mystical gift, now knowing that your father nurtured, empowered, & trusted this particular strength, & wisdom in you at such a young age: a source of infinite Love is listening to your prayers, touching your life, & lives with you.
Experiencing the response to your prayers, knowing that your dad nurtured your practice, fills my heart with gratitude. His memory is a blessing.
Thank you Susan!