You hear a sermon on Sunday morning. Unbeknownst to the pastor, you’ve been reading that exact same passage of Scripture; you even journaled about it earlier in the week. Then, a book you pick up that seems to have absolutely nothing to do with the sermon or the Scripture resonates, and your husband says, “I was just thinking about that,” and a friend posts some quote on the subject, and you read the daily email from Richard Rohr, and there it is again.
That isn’t just the algorithm mastering the universe. That is synchronicity.
This collision of parallel ideas, thoughts, prayers, conversations, readings, sermons, and passing comments could be a happy accident, a serendipitous moment in the grand chaos of chance happenings in the universe. Or there could be more going on here.
I am mystified and humbled by synchronistic events. They make me feel invited into a larger, cosmic conversation the Holy Spirit is having between its various carriers, like I have a voice to contribute or at least an ear to lend to what the Spirit is doing.
When I am at my best, at rest and at peace, open to the movements of love and hope, words and worlds arrive like love notes. There’s nothing like being let into a rich and vibrant conversation, and synchronicity is like that, an open window into the heart of God.
With so many people at this time of year centered on the spirit of generosity, love, gratitude, hope, and joy—truly the best fruits of humanity—it seems there is no end to the opportunities for synchronicity in our daily comings and goings, if we take time to be present, if we hold space for possibility, if we let ourselves see the many rings of concentric circles of conversation vibrating around one Center, the one Center of all things.
God is using the Universe to speak in echoes and whispers, in voice and wind, in millions of drops of rain, in manifestation and incarnation. Listen.