My "safe" is me in a barricaded safety room wrapped in a plush velvet comforter with plenty of comfort food and Diet Pepsi on hand and armed guards on their way to me...while I remain quivering in fear. God's "safe" is me standing alone in the barren desert, bareass naked, in the crosshairs of the enemy...secure in my heart that God has my back.
Just this morning I read in Rohr's "Meditation": Jesus certainly called us to dying to self, but his idea of dying to self was not through inner renunciation or guarding the purity of his being but through radically squandering everything he had and was.
Talk about a new and different way of letting go!
It makes sense, though, this squandering everything...letting go of all our egoic wants that have ever paraded through our reasoning mind masquerading as needs.
There is no letting go while holding any want dear, praying for its release. Actually, that's nurturing. Nor will naming and blaming, shaming in a word, ever free us from our own self. Face it, that is not the way of love.
Rohr continued, What seemed disconcerting to nearly everybody was the messy, freewheeling largeness of his spirit.
Immediately, I felt resistance..."messy and freewheeling" sound like defects I've been trying to get rid of. There. That's precisely why we don't just change our mind, we must exchange our mind...give up the reasoning, let go the material, release the common sense of out egoic self.
Be rocketed into the fourth dimension! And find all our hard work trying to let go of our reasoning mind...like breaking rocks in the hot sun, to quote my beloved Chet...was for naught. There never were any rocks to break.
God is love. He love me sooo much. Trump, too. And you.
Thank you.
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