Saturday, January 5, 2019

WHAT IS THAT TO ME?

One of the most profound questions that I've ever come across (Jesus is recorded as asking) is, What is that to you?

That applies to most any- and every time I get agitated over whatever. It came to me in the early '80s when I finally accepted the fact that I was going to be left holding the bag for a debt to the IRS...which amounted to some $50,000...which amount I did not have nor a hope for getting it.

My reasoning mind, my attack thoughts, my ego Lucy, and my self-centered fear all gathered in my gut, and just as they were beginning to leak fuel, I had the blinding flash of the obvious: What is this to me? If it be true that the Father knows my needs, then this is not my problem...it is the Father's. It is his place not to pay off the debt but to walk me through it...so that both I and the IRS will come out the better for it.

I did pay it off, some nearly 15 years later. Which is not the important part, that being I knew from the outset that this was a spiritual experience. I understood that it was, in fact, a spiritual experience from almighty God for me personally but only if I chose to accept it as such.

No. My memory maybe exaggerating. I might not have known this was a spiritual experience right  from the outset...but it wasn't too long before I did come to that. At first, I just knew not to fight the IRS, and all the others involved had split the scene. And almost all my friends were chewing me a new one for not fighting, not suing, not whatever.

I followed their many, much and varied advice, except for suing, since I knew that going it alone in spiritual matters is dangerous. Plus, I was already leaning on the fact that when anything too horrible to contemplate comes calling, know God's hand is in it...grab hold.

I am comforted when I look back on uninvited...or dreaded...experiences that on the other side show themselves as the gold from the crucible. Which, according to me, they all are...if we choose to accept them as such. That decision is ours alone...with a little help from our Friend.

Thank you.

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