I hate to necro this (and I agree with Gentlefish - Paul should be treated like a human. He wasn't canonically possessed by God, he was just an apostle sharing his first century opinions. The apostles were, textually, very fallible).
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Covid pulled me away from my faith, which was... is, a faith in nature. Specifically, natural forces we don't understand. Literally, gods of the gaps.
Being ununderstandable didn't stop me from taking comfort from them. To speak, even pray to a certain aspect helped me acknowledge and think about that aspect. To focus my thoughts and act rationally.
I used to be exposed to the elements so often. Of course I wanted to see that as a rite. Even later, safe at home, I would pray thanks for every rainfall. To be caught in the rain was a transformative experience, if a bit gross.
I desperately need a pilgrimage. I need to stand on the mountains. I've greeted and saluted the sun, but it's not the same. The sun is a lousy,
vicious god. I need to feel the wind, and see the dizzying heights, and feel the rain wash over me. I need to - to hear the thunder, and flee terrified from the lightning, as I so often did. To be caught on the road and huddle under an embankment, wet and grinning rapturously as I hear the unpatterned rain. Feel the thunder bounce off the dirt. The water washing over me.
I will, before long, walk through the sleeping trees and see the ice hanging from them. I'll feel the snow crystals crumble under my boots and stop for a few minutes. A perfect, frozen moment that lasts forever.
Edit: I did go wading a couple weeks ago, I should do that more often: