Here, now, the final part of the extract from Margaret Silf’s, Inner Compass:
Once the ends are off our life’s pipeline, and the certainties we thought we held are dissolved in the acid of experience, grace can flow freely. Or not so freely? For myself, honesty demands that I acknowledge the many blockages and resistances that cling to the walls of my own heart’s channel like limpets to a boat’s hull. Detaching the limpets is painful. Yet even here, there is great promise: the more freely grace flows, the more clear the channel becomes. What began as the merest trickle will swell and the more power it gathers, the more surely it will remove my barnacles.
I cannot give God to the world. Only God himself can do that. But I can give him some space, and if space is what I seek, where might I find it if not in my own inner emptiness —in those places that hurt me so much that I try to fill them up with achievements and attachments? When I learn to let go of those false friends, then space is something I find I have plenty of. I can give God my empty, broken bucket to be a little segment in a channel for his peace.