Living the Sermon in my head is such a comfort...I never have an enemy, or even an irritator, for I agree with my adversary quickly, I turn the other cheek, I walk on water by damn.
And then....and then...my friend Gertrude, whom I sincerely love, walks right onto my playground of spiritual purity and shows her butt just as if the world wants to see it. I want, oh how badly I want, to respond in kind, as in, slap her upside her head, set her straight, blow her away with one really cutting, and unanswerable!, snub.
I remind me again that this is how we learn to live in the Sermon...not in our head, but in our heart, our Soul. Which is of God...God using our thoughts and tongue, our hands and feet.
We invite the enemy in. We welcome the adversary. We make ourselves available to our own ego's slings and arrows for there is where our lesson is:
I am the instigator, the inviter, of Gertrude’s behavior. It is my interpretation of her behavior that must be invited into my heart for how else is it to be washed clean...purified within me? It has naught to do with Gertrude...it has to do with my need to incorporate the Sermon into my life beyond head knowledge. My friend Gertrude is just the vehicle I have chosen to bring me the message...someone I cared not a pin for I would not hear.
For me to hold to my interpretation of Gertrude's behavior toward me is for me to stagnate right where I am in the Sermon which is not that far. It it will come up again and again and again until I am fully non-resistant toward my interpretation of Gertrude as baiting, backbiting, resentful, jealous...until I fully realize it is I that I am seeing. Realize and accept with love. Not with the self determined love in my head for that is just putting on spiritual airs, fooling no one but me.
I finally realize my adversary as me in whatever form I am resisting. I can then accept my adversary, with the love that is of God...for there is no other love. I can't do it, I flow it...in awe.
Thank you.
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