“This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.”– D. H. Lawrence
It is easy to become “godless” in today’s world. It used to be that at least one day a week was reserved for worship. As religion is now widely derided (and, unfortunately, usually with good reason), instead of spending Sundays resting from work and honoring the Divine forces behind all the goodness in our lives, we go grocery shopping and catch up on errands or engage in a whole host of personal “down time” activities. When DO we contemplate God? When do we draw our souls into the game of life, and honor those higher truths that we deeply believe in, despite the endless tasks and distractions of the mundane world?