Friday, November 2, 2018

THE HARD...WHOLLY SPIRITUAL...JOURNEY

My morning BFO: In my heart, I seek nothing but the love that I have for God for that is the love given me by God before conception...indeed is implanted within me, you, them before conception until after death when it is returned for reuse at rebirth.

I suspect the big block to knowing love, actually realizing love within us without us, is we think of love as such an intimate act. Personal. Not to be openly expressed.

It is often mistaken by lust. Probably too often in our younger days; i.e., up to and including 60...well, 70...or, who's kidding whom, older if we're lucky.

I suspect it is the personal sense of self that love connotes that causes us pause in stating love openly...except about inanimate items, maybe. As in, love that dress. hairdo, car! Or when speaking of guaranteed lovables...babies, puppies, kittens. Can't go wrong there. Even while they are peeing in our lap.

It is a hard journey, because it is wholly spiritual, detaching from our personal sense of love even as we consciously seek our God-gift of love.

Too often we force the outward response, while the inward intent remains like a cancer. *** We cannot afford even inner disconnection from love. *** In Matthew 5:44, Jesus insists that we love our enemies and pray for those who persecute us. -- Fr. Richard Rohr, "Daily Meditation," October 30, 2018

And there it is: Love our enemies and pray for those who persecute us...that is the essence of our hard journey, for what that asks is that we get over our own self.

Hard, ain't it hard, Lord, loving you...so cries my ego, Lucy With the Football.

Thank you.

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