Editorial March 31, 1986 Issue

The joy of spiritual discovery

WILLIAM E. MOODY

As a boy I developed a love of finding things. My grandparents happened to live in a house on the bank of a tidal river that was just perfect for making small discoveries. Each day during summer vacations with the grandparents, I would wait for the tide to go out. Then I would eagerly climb down from my grandfather's dock onto the strip of exposed riverbed below and begin the search.

My brother and I found fossil snails and sharks' teeth and, occasionally, what we considered the greatest prize of all—flint "arrowheads" (actually projectile points) left by the American Indians thousands of years before. I remember a kind of wide-eyed joy in those simple discoveries.

There is another kind of discovery that satisfies our hearts in a way that nothing else can, for it brings wonderful light, regeneration, healing. To discover spiritual truth is to have our vision opened to a new universe. We glimpse the wonders of divine reality and begin to see that, yes, this is the only reality—the way things are actually meant to be.

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