I recently spoke about moments that I felt closest to God. One of these times for me is during walks at sunrise with my camera along the beaches of PEI National Park, the string of beaches seem endless and at sunrise it is not uncommon to be completely by myself on the beach. By myself, but not alone.
Madeleine L'Engle wrote in her book: Walking on Water, reflections in Faith and Art
Kairos. Real time. God’s time.
That time which breaks through chronos
with a shock of joy, that time we do not recognize while we are experiencing it,
but only afterwards, because kairos has nothing to do with chronological time.
In kairos we are completely unselfconscious, and yet paradoxically far more real
than we can ever be when we’re constantly checking our watches for chronological
The saint in contemplation, lost to self in the mind of God is in
kairos. The artist at work is in kairos. The child at play, totally thrown
outside herself in the game, be it building a sand castle or making a daisy
chain, is in kairos. In kairos we become what we are called to be as human
beings, co-creators with God, touching on the wonder of creation.