For Ragamuffins, God's name is Mercy. We see our darkness as a prized possession because it drives us into the heart of God. Without mercy our darkness would plunge us into despair - for some, self-destruction. Time alone with God reveals the unfathomable depths of the poverty of the spirit. We are so poor that even our poverty is not our own: It belongs to the mysterium tremendum of a loving God.
I felt so thirsty for God, so embarrassed by Christianity, and so ready for something more.
Over and over, the dying and the lepers would whisper the mystical word namaste in my ear. We really donβt have a word like it in English (or even much of a Western conception of it). They explained to me that namaste means βI honor the Holy One who lives in you.β I knew I could see God in their eyes. Was it possible that I was becoming a Christian, that in my eyes they could catch a glimpse of the image of my Lover?
