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.”

Missing you

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Maybe we are never separated from anyone or anything.

Yesterday, someone asked me if I missed my dad.  

I said yes. 

And, of course, it’s true. 

I do. 

I miss seeing him, the smell of his Old Spice, holding his hand.   I miss the sound of his voice.  There’s something about his voice….

And I don’t.  

Now before you go judging me as a totally cold-hearted bitch for that remark, read on.   (well actually if you want to judge me as a cold-hearted bitch, that’s fine, feel free)

Years ago, when my work involved traveling 3 or 4 days a week, my husband said to me, “Sometimes I feel like when you’re gone, you don’t even miss me.”

My first impulse was to dismiss what he felt with an easy answer, “of course I do!” 

But, his feelings were legitimate and deserved more than that. 

I told him that sometimes I miss people more when they are in the same room than I do when they are miles away.  When I don’t feel that I am connecting, I miss them.  No matter where they are.   So, with him, sometimes I feel close when I’m halfway across the country and sometimes I feel far away when we are in the same bed.  

I don’t miss people nearly as much for their physical presence as I do for their emotional presence.  And emotional presence is one of those things that can be with you no matter when and no matter where.  It is something that is built up over time and remains over great distances. 

So, with my dad, I feel his emotional presence.  It is with me every minute of every day.  The things he taught me, the lessons I learned from him, the ways he supported me, the mistakes he made.   His strength, his weaknesses, they are all with me all the time.  As a football coach, my dad wasn’t home much, but his presence was always large even when he was gone. After I became an adult, my parents moved around all the time but my dad’s presence was still there with me. And in some odd way he is with me now as much as he was when he was alive. 

But, after the question came up about missing him I thought about separation and how maybe it’s just a figment of my imagination.   If I can feel far away from someone who’s close and close to someone who’s far away, maybe separation isn’t a real thing, but just a story I tell myself.  

Every atom, every particle in this world is all part of one huge organism.  We might think we are separate because we have a boundary to our bodies and our mind tells us that this makes us separate, but particles from everywhere are passing through our bodies all the time.  Every second tens of thousands of neutrinos pass through our bodies.  And not to be gross, but the water you are drinking is estimated to be almost 100% Jurassic dinosaur pee. 

https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-3101363/Have-drunk-dinosaur-urine-glass-water-contains-100-Jurassic-pee-claim-scientists.html

Another estimate says we eat 10,000 hairs from the heads of strangers each year just by eating fast food, and yet another says we ingest 30,000 skin cells a day many of which belong to those we live with.   The food you eat that builds your body is simply another organism; a plant, an animal that has passed into your body to become you.   And again, not to be gross, but the soil that grows the plants that we eat or grew plants that fed the animals we eat is full of poop and dead stuff.  The more poop and dead stuff, the better things grow.  

So we are never really separate from anyone or anything – we just feel that way. 

Make no mistake, there are times when I just want to see my dad and I’m sure there will be many, many more times when the emotional presence thing just won’t be enough and I will want to hear his voice again and smell his Old Spice. Times when I will feel separate.

It’s those times when we feel separate that we do all kinds of things to feel otherwise.  We hold those we love virtually hostage sometimes to keep them close, we control and manipulate, we build shrines, we write stories, we just can’t let go.

I put up a picture of my dad at the top of my stairs after he died.  I look at it most mornings when I go into my office and say a little hello.  I have his ashes in my front room with another picture of him there.  I like to say hello to it too.  Thinking about my dad’s ashes led to a google search on what people do to the ashes of their loved ones.  People eat them, drink them, snort them, bake them into cookies, mix them in with tattoo ink.   Just to feel close and not separated.  

I was speaking with someone who read this blog post who told me this story:

She was at a close friend’s funeral and ran into his brother while smoking a cigarette behind their church. She had met him 10 years prior and didn't know him well. They laughed together at being the "bad kids" smoking behind a church.

"I snorted my brother this morning" he told her.

She said, “I died! I've never laughed so hard! I asked him why and he said "I don't know- I think he would think it's funny, you think it's funny- it's dumb- but I wanted to feel close"

He said "don't tell anyone. It's so stupid, but I think he would think it's funny and I wanted to make him laugh one more time."

We talked about that story, which I think is gorgeous in a way. She said that for her it was like some kind of perverse communion. And it was. A way to feel connected. A way to be WITH the person.

I’ll say it again.  Maybe we are never separated from anyone or anything.   And maybe we are never separate from god either – whatever your concept of god is.

Is this what is meant by eternal life? 

Who knows. 

But what I do know is that I miss my dad. 

And I don’t.

I Gave a Gift to my Brother

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Lots of gifts are that way. We give them so that we feel like good people.

My brother doesn’t like Christmas gifts and the whole commercialization of Christmas.  To be clear, he’s not opposed to gifts per se, but just feels that the obligatory gift-giving that takes place at Christmas, and Christmas overall is not his thing. 

He has asked the whole family before to not give him gifts.   We’ve talked about this in years past and I’ve tried to tell him how much pleasure it gives me to give gifts.  He has pointed out that if the gift is for MY pleasure, it’s not a gift to HIM, but a gift to me. 

Of course he’s right.

And yet, we all continue to send him gifts.    

This year, I was going to leave him off my gift list.  I sent out little token gifts to my other siblings and to my niece and nephews, but then I felt bad not giving him a gift, so I sent one to him as well.   

Even though I knew he didn’t want one.

I shouldn’t have done it.

Unwanted “gifts” are given all the time. Sometimes on purpose, and sometimes unwittingly:

  • The workaholic who tells his/her spouse or children, “I’m doing this for YOU,” but in fact, the children just want him/her to be home more.  Less money would be OK with them.

  • The man on the street who calls out the unwanted catcall to the woman, “hey sexy!” and feels he has given her the gift of a compliment.

  • The unsolicited advice.

  • The time I did the dishes at my daughter’s house and thought I was giving a gift and being a good houseguest.  She felt criticized by it.

But in the case of my brother – it wasn’t unwitting or inadvertent.   I knew he didn’t want it.

Why did I give it?

What was that about? 

Of course we both know the answer.  It was for me.  It was my ego and nothing more.   It was so I didn’t feel like I’d left him out, it was so I didn’t feel like a bad sister or some kind of scrooge.  It was so I’d feel generous and inclusive. 

Lots of gifts are that way.  We give them so that we feel like good people.  We give them so that others will admire us and our superior gift-giving generosity.

We feel pressure to find just the right gift and wrap it just the right way.  Is this for us or for the recipient?  Who are we trying to impress?  Who do we want to feel good?   

It’s not just gifts, it can be acts of service towards others, charitable acts, religious observances, obedience, compliance, compromise. 

It’s not always obvious to us why we are giving.   But when we fail to receive recognition, appreciation, thanks, reciprocation, reward, or any type of results we were hoping for we know.  If we resent or regret having given in the absence of these results, we know it was for us and not a real gift. 

And, of course, when we give something that the recipient has already told us they don’t want…. then what the fuck?

The shame of suffering

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We become resilient not by denying the reality of brokenness or our feelings of vulnerability and shame but by naming them within relationships of safety and empathy.

This article is about a little girl that died. And about how her parents and her church could not accept their grief. And for six days they prayed for her body to be resurrected.

It says so much about power, religion, lament and shame.

“…shame is the primary biological force that evil uses to disrupt and disconnect us from one another and the reality of God’s love. When our faith isn’t strong enough to remove suffering or conquer death, we often feel deep shame over our insufficiency, an experience that gets reinforced by Christian culture’s over-emphasis on the power of faith to produce healing. Suffering is often treated like something worth praying away rather than a meaningful experience through which we might all better know the God who chose to suffer. When suffering lingers, we often become isolated in shame, suffering silently and privately instead of being pitied or further shamed by endless prayers for healing.”

Read it here:
https://www.christianitytoday.com/ct/2019/december-web-only/wakeupolive-heiligenthal-bethel-church-miracle-doesnt-come.html?fbclid=IwAR1QiBmWbm_OSiv4Mmq0VG5AM2m0qSMybYmZr2zYK9oEDIkkiZTOMvPT5VQ

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.  

The place to start

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It brought me back to presence.

Sometimes I just say whatever I’m thinking.  I don’t consider how it might be perceived or how it might make another person feel. 

I just say it.

Sometimes I say it too loud.

Sometimes I say too much.

Sometimes I give my opinion when no one asked for it. A lot of times.

Sometimes I say things with a certain “tone” that I’ve been told can be intimidating or even condescending.

At the time, I don’t hear myself being loud, or intimidating.  Usually I’m just excited or passionate about an idea and am having a great time sharing it. My ego is having a great time thinking that whatever I have to say is important and interesting.

I got feedback from a friend last week that led me to feel that this quality of my communication had hurt her.  It had left her feeling that her way of seeing things was somehow less-than.     

I felt sad. 

I felt ashamed even.

I never want to hurt someone with the way I am.

I carried it around all day, thinking about how I wish I were a gentler type of person.  

A more sensitive one. 

Then

I shared it with Blake and told him how sometimes I wish I were just not so MUCH.  How I wish I didn’t overwhelm people when I express my ideas.   How I wish I were different in some way. 

And he said, “How can you be anything other than who you are?”

And that was it.

It brought me back to presence.

And acceptance. 

And grace. 

And I felt gentler already.   At least gentler with myself.  And maybe that’s the place to start.

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This is my body

Anytime the creative force becomes a creation, it is an incarnation.

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This is my body, broken for you

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This is my body, broken for you.

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This is my body, broken for you

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This is my body, broken for you

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This is my body, broken for you

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This is my body, broken for you

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This is my body, broken for you

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This is my body, broken for you

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This is my body, broken for you

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This is my body, broken for you

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Go and do evil

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The father knew it was not going to end well, and the father funded it.

We have five children. Some of them are just natural rebels. If they are reading this, I’ll let them decide of whom I speak. Oh, to be sure, all of our children have had their moments, and I wouldn’t want it any other way, but a couple of our kids, during their teenage years, just had that terrifying, terrific quality that automatically pushed against just about everything.   There’s a part of me that loves and respects a rebel. I admire the originality of a rebel, the spirit, the fire. I am a closeted rebel. Pushing against most of the conventional ideas, but too afraid to put it out there and risk getting in trouble or displeasing someone. So I admire someone who just puts it out there and doesn’t give a fuck.

One of our rebels spent months in high school grounded.  Car keys taken away, cell phone taken away.  I tried everything I could think of to try to curb her enthusiasm for risk taking, but I was wholly unsuccessful during those years. 

When this beautiful rebel turned eighteen, halfway through her senior year in high school, she announced she was going to move out.  I tried everything I could to talk her out of it.  I told her if she did, she was “on her own” with no help from me.   She didn’t care.  She was determined to do it and pointed out to me that she would do it with or without my help. 

At the time, she was finishing up high school at a small private school.  She told me she really wanted to finish, and she hoped that I would support her in continuing to pay for the things I was currently paying for:  school, books, her cell phone, an allowance that covered gas and miscellaneous items.   Everything else she was prepared to pay for herself: her rent, utilities, food. 

I struggled.

I wondered if, by continuing to pay for the things I was paying for now, I would be enabling this choice that I disapproved of.   And, let’s be honest, I was terrified for her to try to finish school while working and living on her own.   What if she didn’t finish? 

Then, for some reason, I thought of the the story of the prodigal son.   And something I hadn’t noticed before jumped out at me.  The father gave his son all the resources necessary to go out into the world.   I’m pretty certain that the father knew his son and knew that he wasn’t going to go out and live the straight and narrow.  By the time our kids are young adults we know them pretty well.  We know which ones are the rule followers and which ones aren’t.  We know which ones are cautious and which ones aren’t, which ones learn through observation and which ones learn through the hard knocks of experience. 

And the father gave the kid money to go out and fail.

I had never thought about it that way before.  I had thought about the part of the story where the father is merciful and welcomes the son back with open arms, but I just hadn’t considered that the father GAVE the kid the resources to go sin it up.  

This paints a different picture of the divine doesn’t it? 

I mean, I was raised to believe that god is all about keeping us from sin.  “Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil” 

Right?

And yet, in the prodigal story, the father basically says “yes, here you go.  I know you will be doing evil with this and here it is anyway.”  

If you’ve read many of my posts, you know I have a dubious attitude toward evil. I’m not sure that much of the stuff we’ve thrown into the evil category is evil at all.

But that aside, it’s still interesting to think that in this story, the father allowed the son to go, and knew at a minimum he would get himself in a pickle and at maximum he could harm himself. The father knew it was not going to end well, and the father funded it.

I don’t throw this story out there as a lesson in parenting, but as a thought to ponder about god. Jesus is telling us in this story what god is like.

A different perspective.

On god.

And on evil.

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Scorpion or Egg?

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maybe, just maybe…….

there are no scorpions.

“So I say to you: Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.

Which of you fathers, if your son asks for f a fish, will give him a snake instead? Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!”

I’ve had a strained relationship with this passage for awhile.   When I was young, it seemed simple.  Ask god boldly for what you want and god will give it to you.  At least that’s what they said in church.  But it just didn’t pan out that way in life.  I asked.  I didn’t get it.    I asked for my first marriage to be healed.  A noble request I thought.  Surely an “egg” in the example above.  I got an ugly and messy divorce.  Surely a scorpion.   What was the deal?  Maybe my faith?  Or maybe god?  Maybe the scorpion came from the devil?

Who knew?

Eventually, I just didn’t care.

I spent the next ten years learning how to let go.  Learning to live a life of surrender to whatever god had for me. 

I got way more into “Not my will but thy will be done.”

and “I am the Lord’s servant, may it be unto me as you have said”

I decided that if god was good (and I was bargaining that whatever god was - it was good), this god knew better than I what agenda should play out in my life. I stopped doing much “asking boldly.”

This was a shift that was full of freedom.  I no longer felt rage toward the god who seemed to be handing me scorpions. I no longer felt that I was in some kind of a war game with some sadistic devil. I no longer felt guilt and pressure to be more faithful and more bold in my requests.  I was released from blame and had released god and the devil from blame as well. 

But then, what to do with this story that Jesus hands me about asking and seeking and knocking? 

Maybe – the story had just been presented all wrong.  Maybe it’s not about whether or not this bad thing that happens in my life is god’s fault, or my fault, or some devil’s fault. 

Maybe the story is putting forth that the thing that seems like a scorpion is really an egg. 

If god is everything and everything is god. If god is in all, and through all and over all. Then maybe, just maybe…….

there are no scorpions.

Back to my marriage example.  I prayed for my marriage to survive.  It didn’t.  At the time it felt like a scorpion.  Guess what?  It was an egg.  I ended up with a man who was loving, and fun, and nourishing to my soul.   Just the kind of “egg” I needed. 

Maybe this verse is about trusting that whatever we are handed in life, no matter how poisonous or toxic or deadly it may appear to be is actually going to nourish and feed us in the long run.  That takes a lot of trust, because many, many times the scorpion is really, really huge. And many, many times we don’t see the egg for a really, really long time.

But….

Whether we can see it or not, maybe that “scorpion” is the holy spirit, the divine energy that is moving to make us grow. 

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The Levee

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Better to let the soul flow freely

Rivers flood their banks from time to time.  It’s destructive, but it’s the kind of destruction that brings important fertility to the surrounding land.  

People build levees in attempts to keep the river from overflowing its banks and wreaking havoc on the surrounding area, but unfortunately, building walls to try to contain the river, only causes the waters to run faster and more furiously.   The Mississippi river has overflowed its levees over and over again.  The government has supposed that the solution is to simply build bigger and bigger levees.   We tell ourselves that this is a worthwhile endeavor.  Money and time well spent. 

It creates land and spaces where people can live and grow crops and be productive.   We pat ourselves on the back for holding back the destructive flooding of the river and making spaces that are safe and productive. 

Aren’t we advanced and civilized?  Aren’t we powerful?  We can contain the mighty river.

We ignore the fact that the walls themselves give the river even more power.  Now when the river breaks its boundaries, rather than simply flooding unoccupied fields and enriching the soil; there are homes, and cities there.  And what was meant to create order and productivity leads to even greater amounts of destruction.

We are unable to accept what the river is.  The river, by nature will flood its banks.   That’s what rivers do.   To try to contain the river and tame it is to deny what is. 

To deny reality. 

To push our agenda for that space off on the river and off on nature itself.  

We might call this taming nature, but nature cannot be tamed.  Pushing it back will simply create an illusion of control that will break forth with a vengeance, causing even more destruction in the long run.  

The soul is the same. 

When we try to build walls around it, we may deceive ourselves in to thinking we have created space  where we can grow and be productive, but, the soul cannot be contained.  It will eventually overflow the walls we have built.  We might think the solution is to build bigger walls, but there is no end to the endeavor.   There is no wall high enough to contain reality, the reality of who we are.  The reality of our longings and desires.  And if they’ve been held back in such a way, they will burst forth and break down the walls we have built with the greatest of fury.  This kind of overflow won’t bring fertility, it will create more destruction.  Better to let the soul flow freely.  Sure – it will overflow its banks once in awhile. 

It will be messy. 

It will bring all kinds of fertility and new life your way. 

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