Grace

The COVID log

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This is about all of us. And love.

I got COVID.

Fully Vaccinated.

Since my vaccine, and the lifting of mask restrictions I’ve been going out unmasked.

Breakthrough cases have been on the rise. I know this. And still, I was going out unmasked.

I have no romantic delusions about the vaccine.

I have been in pharmaceutical research for twenty years, and I realize that no drug, no vaccine, no treatment is completely safe or completely effective but rather every aspect of modern medicine is based on a risk/benefit ratio. I opted to take the vaccine. I have had no adverse effects from it thus far. But make no mistake, it is still experimental and I know this. I am fully aware I’m a volunteer for this experiment and I took it on with eyes wide open. I am a scientist and I believe in experiments. None of the advances we have in medicine would have occurred without them. Lives are saved, suffering is alleviated thanks to experiments. And also, experiments fail and people have bad experiences. That’s how it works.

Last month I traveled to my daughter's wedding unmasked. No problem. Successful experiment.

Last week I got out in public on a girl's trip. Unmasked. All friends fully vaccinated. All dining was socially distanced and/or outdoors. We floated the river - not crowded.

We stopped at Buccees on the way home (if you’ve never heard it - google it - it’s an obscene Texas phenomenon) . It was packed. I was unmasked.

That day, I traveled to Vegas to visit my mom and attend a work conference. I was fully masked while traveling. Stayed at my brother's home for three days.

Two days after arriving, I had a scratchy throat.

Next day, congestion. Then some achiness. No breathing problems, no loss of taste or smell, no fever.

The day I checked into the conference I got a COVID test so that I could reassure my coworkers that my congestion was not COVID.

It was. Experiment failed.

So, I've exposed my brother and his husband (thankfully both vaccinated). Thank god I could only do a window visit with my mom, so I haven't exposed her.

I'm quarantining in a hotel in Vegas for the next ten days and am happy to do so to avoid exposing anyone else.

My symptoms are mild and already abating after 72 hours. Successful experiment?

My belief? My mild symptoms and quick recovery were thanks to the vaccine.

But, if I were still wearing a mask in public settings, I might not have gotten it and might have avoided the possibility of exposure of my loved ones.

Not for sure. Not a guarantee. There are no guarantees in life. No control. Just guesses. Life is just a lot of calculated risks and guesses. Like experiments.

The thing is - I CHOSE not to wear a mask. Because I (emphasis on the I) am vaccinated. It was those OTHER unvaccinated guys that should still wear them. Log in my eye.

The other thing is, I don't mind wearing a mask. It's an easy thing to do -- low-to-no risk and high chance of benefit. And it could possibly save someone's life. I know this and I still chose not to wear one. Log in my eye.

In this whole log/speck world of vaccines and mask wearing, this isn't about me. This isn't about "thank god I am vaccinated and don’t have to wear a mask anymore” or “thank god I’m vaccinated and if I get it I probably won’t end up hospitalized”

And this isn’t about them, “those guys should do the right thing and get vaccinated or at least wear masks”

This is about all of us. And love.

And an important component of enacting love is to keep the focus on the log in your own eye.

I know it says, “then you will be able to see clearly to take the speck from your brothers eye,” but I wonder if, when we take the log out we will see that the other guy isn’t an asshole, but maybe is just scared. Maybe we would see our judgement and hypocrisy clearly and no longer feel compelled to address all those specks. Imagine a world where everyone lived this way.

And for me, I know that no harm can come from a mask. So, rather than walking around with a log, I think I’ll walk around with a mask instead.

Love one another.

The Monster

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God is in our monsters and our demons

I was talking to a friend about freedom and grace the other day. In her spiritual journey, she is moving out of law. She is doing what folks like to call, “deconstructing” .

As we talked it became obvious that she is afraid. Afraid that if she removes all the rules, she will self destruct.

You see, she has been told she was bad.

That’s what religion tells us.

And she’s done things in her past that she regrets. So, the “bad person” narrative was validated.

She’s afraid of this bad person inside her. This “sinner.” This monster.

This monster has been caged and subdued for years by her religious beliefs and rule systems. And she is afraid of grace because if she strips away the rules, the monster will be set free.

But what if the monster is god?

If there is such a thing as god, most folks - atheists and believers alike agree that god must be that which is infinite.

Which means there is nothing god is not and nowhere god is not.

God is in light, and love and beauty.

God is in darkness, and apathy and ugliness.

God is in our monsters and our demons.

The picture I chose for this post is a monster that was found in Borneo. No one knew what it was. They put it in a cage because they were afraid of it. It was wild and tried to chew and claw its way out of the cage. The image and story went viral. Finally, there were those who recognized this monster was just a bear that was sick with an illness that had caused it to lose its hair and look grotesque.

We are like that.

We encounter pain and suffering and it makes us sick. We lash out and act in monstrous ways. We look scary and grotesque to ourselves and to others. Our impulse is to cage that monster, to tame that monster. With laws, with religion, with dogmas and rules to follow and deeds to do. We can’t see the pain behind the monster. We can’t see that the monster is no monster at all. Just a lovely, suffering creature that needs food and nourishment, love and healing.

One of the metaphors of the crucifixion is that god is not separate from suffering.

God is the monster.

The Anti Christ Gospel - Forgiveness

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God is unpredictable. 

“If you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.”

…. because as you know, God will mirror your behavior and  stoop to your level.  “When they go low, we go high,” is Michelle Obama.  Not God.  God is unpredictable.  I mean sometimes he is infinite in love and mercy, and other times not.  Don’t listen to anyone who tells you this verse is about the release that occurs inside yourself.  Don’t’ try to read this as “when you release other people, then you are yourself released.”  That would be consistent with how love and mercy work and none of us need the Bible to be consistent here. 


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I am not a problem to be solved

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Like a snake devouring its own tail

Whew!  I haven’t written in a while.  I don’t know why.  Maybe the pandemic has taken up the oxygen in my room. But I suspect it has more to do with a problem I’ve been trying to deal with. I do this – work on problems.  I like to do this.  I like puzzles, I like to analyze things.  My ego loves the challenge of a good problem.  I like the feeling of solving it.  Both in my inner life and in my outer life. 

Often, I will notice that I am struggling in some area of life and I dig into the problem solving mode like a dog with a bone. 

The problem I was trying to solve was my increased desire to withdraw and be solitary.   Not that I think there is anything wrong with being solitary, but in my case, it just seemed that no matter how much solitude I carved out for myself, it was never enough. 

I wondered if maybe it was just a temporary phenomenon that had arisen because for the first time in my life, I found myself NOT having to take care of anyone.  My kids were all grown, off our payroll and doing well, I am no longer taking care of my parents, my  marriage is strong and stable.  At first it felt a little bit like summer break in college.  In college I would always be exhausted by the time break rolled around.  I would sleep and sleep and sleep for days on end.  Sometimes I would even get sick as soon as finals were over.   But eventually, I would emerge rested and ready to re-engage.  

This time, it seemed to just not go away.  I couldn’t get enough time alone no matter what I did.  I dreaded interactions at work, interactions with people, interactions of all kinds.  It’s probably in large part, been the reason I haven’t posted on this blog.  I just wanted to crawl in a hole. 

I’m a firm believer that the body and the emotions are very wise and will tell us things that our mind will not or cannot acknowledge.  I’m trying to learn to listen to my body and my emotions rather than just powering through and ignoring them. 

So, I listened. 

I brought the issue to my spiritual director.  I listened some more.  Then one day recently, I was sitting in meditation and brought the issue to that space.  Why I hadn’t brought it into that space before I don’t know.  I think I had been using my meditation time strictly as a time for silence – as another way to try to carve out some solitude.  

In that space I heard, “my yoke is easy and my burden is light”  

I said to the space, “This does not feel easy.  I feel burdened and weighed down by almost every kind of human interaction.” 

And as I sat with it I heard this, “Your feelings are fine.  They are not a problem to be solved.  You are not a problem to be solved.”

And there it was. 

Grace.

I am not a problem to be solved. 

And I realized that a large part of my exhaustion and desire to avoid interactions was actually coming from the judgement I was imposing on myself for the exhaustion.  Like a snake devouring its own tail. 

The realization that this feeling is not a problem to be solved was like a burden being lifted and suddenly the yoke became easy and the burden became light.  I saw how this was a burden I had laid on my own shoulders and in so many areas of life.  My emotional reactions had been problems to be solved, my body and extra pounds had become a problem to be solved, my aching feet, my aching head, my time management, etc.. etc.. all problems to be solved.  I had become a walking problem to be solved. 

I am not a problem to be solved.

You are not a problem to be solved.

Life is not a problem to be solved.

Life is just an experience to be had.  Open handed, open hearted, without judgement. 

With grace. 

Artwork taken from: lifeindetox.com/blog

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Parables for a Pandemic - The Politician


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the truth will make you free.

This parable is adapted from a facebook post by Shannon Thomas.

A Politican came to Jesus and asked him,  “Teacher, there are some who disrespect our flag and country by kneeling during the anthem.   Shouldn’t they show respect to the country? “

Jesus replied to the man and said, “I never told you to salute a flag or sing an anthem.  Never. There are many things I told you to do- like love your enemies, pray for them, and turn the other cheek, and repent and seek forgiveness too. But I never told you to salute a flag.”

The man replied, “Then teacher, how can we honor our country and promote patriotism?”

Jesus said, “ When did I tell you to honor your country and be patriotic? I told you to love the people, especially the poor. I didn’t instruct anyone to honor their country. I told you to love your neighbor.”

The man argued, “But our country is a beacon of freedom to the world!”

Jesus replied, “I told you the way to freedom is through truth. I said that if you continue in my word,  you will know the truth, and the truth will make you free.”

The man could not accept this teaching and asked, “What truth are you talking about?”

Jesus said, “ I desire mercy not sacrifice, go and learn what that means.”

The man became angry, “Mercy will get us nowhere. It takes sacrifice to bring freedom to the world.   What about our weapons and armories?  What about our brave soldiers who have sacrificed for freedom past and present?”

Jesus replied, “When did I tell you to build bombs and arm soldiers and wage war in order to be free? I never told you that. I said just the opposite. I told you to love your neighbor and your enemy and to pursue mercy not sacrifice...none of that included flags or armies and soldiers and killing. None of it.”

The man was incredulous, “None?”

Jesus said, “None of it.”

The man went away sad because this was a very impractical political policy. 

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Happiness is a tyrant

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Can’t we just be and feel whatever we feel without feeling as though we’ve failed at life, without feeling like someone else has failed us?

A friend and I were talking about marriage the other day. She’s been married a long time and I’ve been married twice, so we felt like between the two of us, we had some knowledge on the matter. We were talking the other day about the pressure that is put on newlyweds to be “happy” in their new marriages.

I mean of course! Why wouldn’t you be happy? Your marriage is new, it’s exciting, it’s romantic, you are young and haven’t settled down to child-raising yet. What could be better?   

But, let’s face it, the early years of marriage are tough.  It’s tough to live with another person.  Your habits are different, your wants and desires are different. 

No one tells us how hard it’s going to be to live with another person.  We grow up hearing fairy stories about happily ever after and we think being a newlywed is synonymous with happiness.

No matter how much we love the person we live with, we hate how they leave the peanut butter on the spoon in the sink, how they leave the ice cube tray empty, how they smell sometimes, or weird noises they make.  We keep score: I’m doing more housework than you, I’m making more money than you, I’m contributing more to this relationship than you. 

Newlyweds don’t want to admit to anyone and especially not to their new spouse that they might be unhappy.  But that very admission, might actually be the best possible thing. It doesn’t mean they’ve failed. It doesn’t mean I’ve failed. But it’s an important thing to admit.

None of us wants to admit if or when we are unhappy.  We think that if we are unhappy there is something terribly wrong with us or with our lives.   We are afraid of being unhappy. Afraid it might mean failure, afraid it might mean loss, afraid it might mean pain.

And certainly, there may be times when we decide that we are unhappy with something or someone and it’s time for a change. But the difference there is that the unhappiness is about an actual circumstance and not about who we ARE. It’s not about success or failure, it’s about whether or not this or that particular ongoing circumstance aligns with what I want out of life. And even then, let’s be clear, even when we get what we want out of life, we may not feel a feeling of happiness. Maybe we will feel a sense of satisfaction, or achievement, maybe we will have more peace and less stress. But happiness? It’s elusive.

We are constantly inundated with the message that we just should BE happy. Bookstores are full of books that tell us how to be happy. Social media feeds are full of quotes and quips about how to find happiness. Gurus are telling us how to manifest happiness.

And in the frantic pursuit of happiness…. Happiness becomes a tyrant.  

I don’t think that happiness should be the goal.

Why can’t it just be OK to be unhappy?  What would be wrong with that? 

Happiness comes and goes.  We are happy as we leave work and head home. Then, we are unhappy when we get home from work and do two hours of housework while our husbands and children sit and watch Netflix.  We are happy when we anticipate starting that new Netflix series we’ve been wanting to watch. We are unhappy if we come home from work and sit and watch Netflix with our husbands and children and wake up to a filthy house the next day.   We are happy when the people we live with offer to chip in and help out.  We are unhappy afterward because of the bad attitude they had throughout and the poor quality of help they contributed.

Happiness comes

Happiness goes.

Unhappiness is inevitable.

It seems to me that when we stop trying to BE happy, we are much happier.  I mean, really – who cares?  Do we HAVE To be happy?  It seems like a lot of pressure to me. 

Can’t we just be up sometimes and down sometimes without having to try to achieve happiness?

Why the constant wish to feel something else than what we actually feel?

Can’t we just be and feel whatever we feel without feeling as though we’ve failed at life, without feeling like someone else has failed us?

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Parables for a Pandemic - the two sons

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He was young and felt there was little danger to him.

Jesus said, “A certain man had two sons.  The younger son said to his father, ‘Father, give me my share of your estate.’ So the father sold off assets and liquidated his estate so that he could divide the estate between his sons. Soon afterward, the younger son gathered everything together and took a trip to a land far away. In that land there was a pandemic.  The son was interested only in having a good time and couldn’t be bothered wearing a mask and sheltering in place, so he went out to the bars and hired prostitutes and partied with his friends.  He was young and felt there was little danger to him.  

“Some time passed, and the son he had used up his resources.  The pandemic had caused an economic crisis and he could not find a job.   Soon, the son began to be in need. He hired himself out to a meat packing plant, who sent him into the factory to process pork.  He longed to eat his fill from the scraps that fell on the assembly line, but no one gave him anything and his wages barely covered rent and a diet of beans and rice. When he came to his senses, he said, ‘How many of my father’s workers and servants have more than enough food, and I’m starving to death!  I will get up and go home where there is no pandemic.  I will say to my father, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you.   I no longer deserve to be called your son. Take me on as one of your employees.” ’  So he got up and went to his father.

“While he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was moved with compassion. His father ran to him, hugged him, and kissed him. Then his son said, ‘Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I no longer deserve to be called your son.’  But the father said to his employees, ‘Quickly, clear out the corner office and get him set up in it.  Hire some caterers and a DJ, and we will throw a fantastic welcome home party!   This son of mine was dead and has come back to life! He was lost and is found!’ And they had a party. 

“Now his older son had been away on a business trip and when he returned the party was in progress.   He called the head of sales and asked him what was going on. He replied, ‘Your brother has arrived, and your father has given him an executive position and the corner office.  He hired caterers and a DJ to throw this party because your brother is safe and sound.’ About a week later, the son became sick and learned he had contracted COVID19 at the meat packing plant.  His father and many of the workers at the party became sick as well.  The older son was furious and said to his father, ‘Look, I’ve served you all these years, and I never disobeyed your instructions.  You never gave me the corner office, or a party. but when this son of yours returned, after gobbling up your estate on prostitutes and you gave him everything.  He knew the risks when he returned and took no precautions and now you and half your workforce are sick because of him.   Then his father said, ‘Son, you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But this brother of yours was dead and is alive. He was lost and is found.’”

Mercy not Sacrifice - again


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No matter how good a thing is, it can always be better

Why do we sacrifice?

Usually it’s to get something that we consider will fill the void and make us who we want to be.

·       We sacrifice our time to get money so that we can be secure financially

·       We sacrifice our money to buy possessions so that we can be housed, fed, clothed and maybe even show off just a little.

·       We sacrifice our time so that we can be good parents, good lovers, good friends, good moral people.

·       In religion, we sacrifice in order to be good Christians, good Jews, good Muslims, good Hindus, whatever.  We sacrifice to please god or the gods.  We sacrifice to go to heaven. 

We often think that the other guy has what we lack.  The money, the relationship, the spirituality.  We want a house like his house, we want a body like her body, we want a wife like his wife, kids like her kids.  We want to be spiritual and zen like she is.  We want to powerful like he is.  We want to be intelligent and informed like she is. 

In ancient religious rituals, the idea of sacrifice was very literal and embodied.  They took an actual goat or a sheep or even a person.  The “sins” of the people (all the ways that the people fell short, all the ways they didn’t measure up, all that they lacked) were placed upon this sacrifice and when it was gone, the lack was gone. 

Supposedly. 

This is why it’s called a “scapegoat”.  It takes the blame for everything.  So long as it can be the problem and we can get rid of it, we don’t have to actually face the lack inside ourselves and our societies.  We can absolve ourselves of it, rid ourselves of it. 

For a bit.

Until it’s time for another sacrifice. 

The scapegoat is alive and well today. Not only can we direct our feelings of lack onto another person, like the president for example; but onto whole categories of persons. If only those liberals, conservatives, whites, blacks, women, men, christians, jews, muslims, immigrants, millenials, democrats, republicans, would just CHANGE! THEN we’d have the society that we want to have!! THEY are the problem!

So we make the sacrifices to get what we want. The house, the car, the relationship, the president in office, the amendment to the constitution. And when we sacrifice and get the thing we were hoping to get by making the sacrifice, we are left with two outcomes:

1)      The realization that there is only more to be acquired, so further sacrifice is needed

or

2)      The realization that the sacrifice was complete and there is no more to be gotten.

We almost never get to #2.  In fact, #2 is intolerable for most.   If we ever reach it, we have to face the lack that we feel with nothing left to do about it.   

  • We have climbed to the top financially only to find that we still feel insecure.

  • We have the spouse, the kids, the house, the car, and we still feel inadequate or lonely.

  • We lose the weight and still don’t like our body.

  • We do the good deeds and still don’t feel like good people.

  • We give the sacrifices for god and still feel separated from god.

  • We won the legal/political battle and the world is still a shit show

And if we have truly given all there is to give, we are left sitting with our lack with nowhere to go.

Most of us, at this point create another thing to strive after.  Another thing to obtain or attain in order to satisfy this lack.  After all, who has ever truly given ALL there is to give?   In capitalism it is ever increasing wealth with no stopping place.  In Christianity, it is spiritual perfection – becoming “like god”.  With our bodies, it is continued dieting, exercise, enhancement, surgeries. 

No matter how good a thing is, it can always be better

There is a parable told by a philosopher:

There is a man looking for a treasure in a field.  He keeps turning over rocks in that field in the hopes of finding the treasure but never finds it.  Rather than let go of the notion that there is a treasure, the man will find a rock so large that it cannot be turned over, just so he can maintain his idea that the treasure exists. 

But Grace.

Grace is a concept that confronts this cycle we get ourselves into.

Grace says that NOTHING more is needed. 

Grace says no sacrifice is needed.

None. 

Grace says – there’s no special thing to be obtained that will make it all OK.

Grace says your neighbor doesn’t have the special thing either.

Grace says there’s no scapegoat to blame for not having it because there’s nothing to be had.

And then…  only then….  When we’ve admitted that the “other” does not have the secret, special thing… can we love the other. 

As long as I believe that there is more that is needed and that you have more of the special thing than I have:  more zen, more money, more love, more peace, more knowledge, more power. I cannot love you. Not really. As long as I believe that you are the reason why I can’t get what I want, personally, politically, societally, I can’t love you. Not really. As long as I am in a position of sacrificing to know the secret that you seem to have and I don’t. I can’t love you. Not really.   

First grace

Then love.

“I desire mercy (grace) not sacrifice.  Go and learn what this means”   Jesus. 

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More on mercy not sacrifice

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Enlightenment is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier.

I used to hear that I must give up everything to walk in the footsteps of Jesus as a call to sacrifice.  But, Jesus himself said, “I desire mercy, not sacrifice.   Go and learn what that means.”  

I’ve tried to learn what that means for the past who-knows-how-many years. 

If giving up everything isn’t about sacrifice, then what is it about? 

The following is taken from Awakening is a Destructive Process by Greg Calise and says it pretty well. 

“Enlightenment is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier. Enlightenment is the crumbling away of untruth. It’s seeing through the facade of pretense. It’s the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true.”
― Adyashanti

Awakening is not a walk in the park. It is a ride through hell. It is the tearing down of all of your cherished beliefs and everything you thought about yourself. There is no way around this. We must come face to face with our shadows. It is there that our false ideas of who we are are shattered. It is there that all of our false beliefs are destroyed. We must face these false notions and see them for what they are. This is the only way to heal, to become whole again, to live in integrity.

It is a complete surrender, a process of brutal self-honesty. It is a path of complete acceptance of the truth, no matter how difficult it is to bear. We go through life with so many false notions – of the world, of spirituality and of ourselves. We build up masks and we believe the facades. It’s all a charade. It is all based upon illusions and deceit. We deceive ourselves at every moment, and the world also deceives us at every moment. We live in perpetual cognitive dissonance, justifying the most absurd things in our minds. We constantly lie to ourselves…. and we believe it.

To awaken to the truth that you seek, you must tear down the lies. But we are too attached to the lies. We want to hold on to the illusions and to become enlightened at the same time. That is not possible. But there are hundreds of phony gurus and “spiritual teachers” that will tell you it is. They offer you processes to become happy, fulfilled, calm, find your soulmate, be positive, get the right job, make lots of money, balance the chakras, become healthy and whatever else you may be desiring. This has nothing to do with awakening. This is only polishing the ego. They all lead you right back into the matrix. You may even be lucky enough to get a golden cage, but it is still a cage, and you remain imprisoned in slavery. This is the road that most people choose to follow. This road is well traveled by the herd.

It takes courage, discernment and self-honesty to walk the road to truth and freedom.

The herd is going in the opposite direction. One must be prepared for that, to find comfort in being alone, not understood by others.

As Eckhart Tolle has stated, you don’t have to wait for the dark night of the soul to dismantle your false notions, your false self, your life story. You can consciously take that road. But it demands courage, discernment, and a brutal honesty of yourself. The mind is a very tricky opponent, and will deceive you at every step, as your awakening is the end of its control over you. But it can be done……You must simply allow Grace to act within you.

“As far as inner transformation is concerned, there is nothing you can do about it. You cannot transform yourself, and you certainly cannot transform your partner or anybody else. All you can do is create a space for transformation to happen, for grace and love to enter.”
– Eckhart Tolle

So, the choice rests with each of you. This road is not for the timid or the faint of heart. not at all. But there is no other road. No one will simply wave a magical wand over you.

It is a road of destruction and the question is, “How much are you willing to give up? How much can you endure?” Because on this road, you must give up everything. Every piece of you will shatter. Can you endure that?

You must die to live.”

Gifts

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If a gift is freely given, I am able to do as I please with it.

We’ve just finished the season of gift giving. I thought I’d write a post about gifts.

I was out to lunch with a friend recently and she told me a story about a gift.  She had been gifted a magazine that was published by Billy Graham’s organization.   Along with the subscription, came quite a bit of mail from the same organization.   After reading an issue or two, she felt that she didn’t like the message that was being put forth in the publication.  It was political in a way that didn’t align with her values.  It was also religious in a way that didn’t align with her beliefs.   So, she called the organization that published the magazine and asked if she could have the magazine mailed to a friend who she knew was more of the mindset represented in the magazine.  She was sure this friend would enjoy it.   The company said, no, she could not transfer it to another person.  They said that it did not belong to her, it belonged to her friend who had gifted it to her and that friend would have to initiate the transfer.  My friend was puzzled by this and told them so.  “If it’s a GIFT that was given to ME, doesn’t it belong to me?” she inquired.   “No, it belongs to the giver,” she was told.    She tried to reason with them, “this makes no sense.  If I was given an article of clothing and wanted to return it, the store would not require the giver to return it, they would allow me to return it and would give me store credit and/or a refund”   The organization was adamant that the “gift” did not belong to her to do with as she pleased.   They said they would cancel the subscription and inform her friend of the cancellation.   She asked them not to inform her friend, she didn’t want to hurt her feelings.  They were adamant.  So, she said to forget the cancellation, just go ahead and continue to send the magazine.  They would not.  They insisted on the cancellation and were firm in the fact that they were going to cancel it and inform her friend.  Which they did.   My friend called her friend and apologized.  She said she appreciated the sentiment, but the magazine was just not where she was spiritually or politically. 

To be sure, my friend has no idea if her friend sent the magazine in the hopes of converting her way of thinking, just to be nice, or for any other reason.  What she does know is that the organization who publishes the magazine did not consider the gift to be rejectable with no strings attached and her friend has not spoken to her since she rejected it. 

I thought about this gift and how it was a great metaphor for much of the religious world’s misunderstanding of the idea of a gift. 

Romans 3:24 describes a gift from the “god” perspective  “But by the free gift of God's grace all are put right with him through Christ Jesus, who sets them free.”

Side note:   Notice the verse says that ALL are put right?  Not some, not those who responded correctly, but ALL.  The gift referenced here – grace – is not selective or exclusive.  That’s important theology.

We also see that the gift of grace is free.   There is nothing required, no payment, no pay-back.  Free is free. 

We all know that for a gift to be a gift it is freely given with no strings attached. 

This means that:

-          The gift is not given to elicit a certain response (ie. a return gift, a thank you, a particular type of behavior or reward, an alliance) if a particular response is required, the gift is a bribe given to obtain this certain type of behavior, recognition, alliance or obligation. 

  -          The gift is rejectable.    If I don’t like or want a gift, and it is freely given, I am free to reject it, re-gift it or return it.

-          The gift is abusable.  If a gift is freely given, I am able to do as I please with it.  Perhaps you’ve given me a dress and I want to wear it as a nightshirt.  Perhaps you’ve given me a mug and I want to use it as a pencil holder.  Perhaps you’ve given me a lovely bottle of wine.  I should be able to drink it all at once and get drunk on it. The freely given gift belongs to me once given.  You don’t say what I do with it.

But this is not how religion presents grace.  Religion has always told me and may have told you that grace was something that came with a required response and that if that particular response was not given, then either I hadn’t really accepted it, or the grace was no longer in effect.   In the case of the religion I inherited,  I must believe, repent and be baptized, to receive the “gift” of God’s grace.   This is not really a gift, but rather a quid pro quo system.  A transaction.  An exchange.   Also, the religion I inherited said that once the gift of grace was given, it must be treated in a certain way and if it was not, it was no longer grace.   And yet, the mug on my desk that is holding pencils is still a mug.

I think of the story of the prodigal son.  I said in an earlier post that it was a great story about the nature of god.  It’s a great story about the nature of a free gift as well.   The first gift from the father was the fact the son was an heir and had an inheritance.  The son didn’t really want to wait until his father died to get it, he rejected that type of inheritance and asked for it early.  The father then freely gave it to him – early.  On the son’s terms, not the fathers.    The son abused it.  The father still welcomed him back with his status as an heir fully intact (ie. ring on his finger, robes).  The fact the son abused it didn’t nullify the gift.  The fact the son spent the money wildly didn’t affect his status one bit.  

No response to the giving of the inheritance was required from the son.  

No response was required from his brother either.  The brother was bitter about this free-gift system.  It seemed quite unfair to him. 

“The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him.  But he answered his father, ‘Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!’

 “‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours.

Everything I have is yours.

It’s free.

It’s for both sons – regardless of their “right” or “wrong” choices. 

No particular response was required.

None.  

Because it’s not a transaction.

It’s a gift.

All these stories use religious words to describe these gift-principals of reality.  Words like “god” and “grace”

It doesn’t really matter what words you use.  The principle stands.  If you like the idea of the “universe” rather than the religious term “god” that works as well. 

Does the universe withhold sun and rain from those that don’t appreciate it?  How many times have you lacked appreciation for the sun or the rain?  Did that change anything?  No, it kept on shining and raining.

Does the earth withhold its flora and fauna from those that abuse it?   No, it just keeps on giving.  We continue to abuse the earth and it continues to bring forth life, and food, and water and shade.   It’s a free gift.  A grace.  

To be sure, we can abuse it to the point that we destroy ourselves completely.  But long after we are gone, the earth will bring forth plants, and animals and will go on giving its free gift to whatever creatures are left.  The sun will give light.  

To be sure, one day about 10 billion years from now, our sun will run out of fuel in its interior and will cease the internal  thermonuclear reactions that enable stars to shine. It will swell into a  red giant, whose outer layers will engulf Mercury and Venus and likely reach the Earth. Life on Earth will end.  But the universe will continue to create more suns.  

But this is not a withholding of a gift or a leveraging a gift to gain control.  It is simply the cycle of life and death.

Everything dies and even death is a free gift. 

Can we take this in?   Can we believe that the universe (or god) works this way?  That its gifts are given freely with no strings attached?  

Most can’t.  Most have seldom received a truly free gift. Most feel the need to tack on a qualifier, “well, yes, it was freely given, but if we truly are grateful for the gift, we will do X”

Maybe it’s the qualifier that dampens our gratitude most of all.   We all see this with children whose parents give “gifts” with qualifiers.  The parent expects a phone call every couple of days – “after all, we are paying your tuition, it’s the least you can do.”  -versus the parent who expects no call.   The child of the second parent may not call more often than the first but she is certainly more eager to talk to her parent than the first.

In the same way, perhaps if we could see “god” or “the universe” as a truly free giver, we would feel more compelled toward it, more in love with it, more likely to engage with it.