Bodies matter to God. Matter matters. Until we can proclaim that wondrous truth, ecology will be a sideline in our pastoring and preaching, our theologies and liturgies ... Wetlands and rivers, wheat fields and dough rising, people dancing in the aisles and people sleeping in the streets of our cities. Matter matters to God.~ Barbara Lundblad ~
from her sermon "Matter Matters"
I am sure bodies matter to God. Otherwise we wouldn't have them. Why go to all the trouble of designing and creating them if they aren't important. (However, there are a few design issues I would have liked to have some input into.)
Lately I have been noticing how much I feel my faith--in my body. When I am at peace it is physical as well as mental. When I feel grateful, I feel it in my body. When I am connected and at one with the Divine that is samadhi.
Pain. Pain just is. It provides information. It gets our attention. It matters. Being in denial doesn't help.
Living in and through the body--pain, samadhi, and all--that is the fullness of the experience of life. All of it.