According to me, the hardest part of spiritual growth is that at every stage, every minute in other words, we are asked to not only look at but to accept that which we see is the exact opposite of that which we see.
The beginning though, the first step-up-deeper point for me, was akin to the lightbulb over the head when I realized that all the world's a stage and we're merely players on that stage was not just my garbled Shakespeare, it was, in fact, a spiritual principle. I saw if I were ever to make any progress in my spiritual growth, I needed to study that as a principle until I understood it inside out.
Somebody, maybe Hugh Prather, once wrote that what we see is always ourselves, which probably gave me permission to get started in detaching from my own view...to divorce myself from my own opinions, actually.
This is really in my face this morning because the path for James Comey's spiritual growth is so clear, so obvious, to me...and yet Gertrude is riding herd (and hard) on my ego Lucy. Regrettably, Lucy's first option is never spiritual growth.
Gertrude is my Trump, I am Comey, and our, Comey's and my, need is to realize Trump/Gertrude as our angel in disguise...God, in essence, giving us our chance to love our enemy...to resist not our enemy.
The spiritual growth begins it seems by our staying our mind in gratitude for the actions of Trump/Gertrude rather than continuing to hone our reasoning mind by justifying our resistance to their less-than-wonderful behavior.
God's giggle: Comey may well be on his knees in gratitude that he's out of that mare's nest, and here's me solving his non-existent spiritual problem. Hey! There's a perfect example of someone helping another without ever knowing he has.
Thank you, Comey, Gertrude and Lucy. Oh yeah, and Trump. (Uh-oh and sigh...back to that first step.)
Thank you.
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