[The following is a reprint of my post of December 22, 2019.]
Forgiveness is pretty much like spiritual growth...it seems talking about it lessens it. We can never capture its essence, and the more we try, i.e., talk, the less it means.
I have experienced my own forgiveness of another when I didn't even know that was what was happening. In sharing with friends later, the facts invited unanswerable questions. Human nature being such as it is of course I tried to answer...and left most everybody thinking, "Whaaa?"
Forgiveness, akin to life itself, is best worn like a loose garment. The closer we try to hold it, the more ephemeral it becomes...at which point ego claims squatters rights, and we're left scratching our head again.
Quick thought...it's like our belief in God. Up in our head, we can never be sure enough...sure enough that our belief is good enough, honest enough, pure enough. We doubt our own belief even knowing the right words, facts...personal experiences, for heaven's sake.
We will ever doubt even as we believe. Maybe that is the proof of Jesus as the Christ...he did not doubt...by his life and death, he proved.
Thank you.
Ari of Aslan 1
Saturday, July 11, 2026
Friday, July 10, 2026
THE NEW COLOSSUS GONE BEGGING, I
[The following is a reprint of my blog of December 29, 2023.]
'The New Colossus' by Emma Lazarus
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
We come again to our need to recall the promise of America to the "wretched refuse" of other teeming shores.
Again, and yet again, we trample that promise without so much as a backward glance as we roll on...and who cares if we're going in the right direction? We're strutting our stuff, showing 'em how it's done...and who cares if we do not have a clue our own self? Throw another log on the fire.
I miss Kate Smith singing "God Bless America," and America standing with its hand over its heart and tears of gratitude in its eyes.
Father, forgive us for we know not what we do.
Thank you.
'The New Colossus' by Emma Lazarus
Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my lamp beside the golden door.
We come again to our need to recall the promise of America to the "wretched refuse" of other teeming shores.
Again, and yet again, we trample that promise without so much as a backward glance as we roll on...and who cares if we're going in the right direction? We're strutting our stuff, showing 'em how it's done...and who cares if we do not have a clue our own self? Throw another log on the fire.
I miss Kate Smith singing "God Bless America," and America standing with its hand over its heart and tears of gratitude in its eyes.
Father, forgive us for we know not what we do.
Thank you.
Thursday, July 9, 2026
ON WALKING THROUGH FEAR IN FAITH, I
[The following is a reprint of my post of December 29, 2019.]
Blinding flash of the obvious (as I asked to be relieved of the bondage of self): I must release You from my bondage of self.
It was a great gettin' up morning when I realized that, for myself, fear is God in camouflage for nothing turns me to God faster than fear.
The hook, however, is that fear is not lifted. We must walk through our personal fear to God. Ah, but we do not feel the fear as we are walking through for He goes before us making the crooked places straight.
It is I; be not afraid. - John 6:20
Thank you.
Blinding flash of the obvious (as I asked to be relieved of the bondage of self): I must release You from my bondage of self.
It was a great gettin' up morning when I realized that, for myself, fear is God in camouflage for nothing turns me to God faster than fear.
The hook, however, is that fear is not lifted. We must walk through our personal fear to God. Ah, but we do not feel the fear as we are walking through for He goes before us making the crooked places straight.
It is I; be not afraid. - John 6:20
Thank you.
Wednesday, July 8, 2026
ALL-IN-ALL...GOD, I
[The following is a reprint of my post of July 31, 2014.]
It is hard for me to remember and to hold onto the fact that my mind, body and spirit feel hindered right now.
I know not why, but I am blessed with the thought:
God-hungered
God-starved
God-fed
God-led
Thank you.
It is hard for me to remember and to hold onto the fact that my mind, body and spirit feel hindered right now.
I know not why, but I am blessed with the thought:
God-hungered
God-starved
God-fed
God-led
Thank you.
Tuesday, July 7, 2026
WE GO TO GOD FOR GOD
The bottom line is that everybody has enough.****Trying to understand it with your mind, you’ll never get it. -- Cynthia Bourgeault, "Daily Meditation," June 11, 2026
Trying to understand it, "it" being anything, with our mind alone will keep us stuck in self, and never truly understanding.
We go to God for God and that is all--ah, there is the clarifier.
Thank you.
Trying to understand it, "it" being anything, with our mind alone will keep us stuck in self, and never truly understanding.
We go to God for God and that is all--ah, there is the clarifier.
Thank you.
Sunday, June 28, 2026
FOR OTHERS...LOVE UNLEASHED, I
[The following is a reprint of my post of June 28, 2016.]
God's home is within us for others. God lives within us for others. His home is within my heart, my soul, my body and my brain for the benefit of others.
We can read, ponder and pontificate till our face falls off, but it is our works, our selfless works, our care and concern for other than self that brings us the unattainable by our self's efforts...we are gifted by grace.
Gifted by grace means we give up the struggle to make that happen. Or even to understand it...it is love unleashed.
The space in between knowing that and doing that is life itself. According to me.
Thank you.
God's home is within us for others. God lives within us for others. His home is within my heart, my soul, my body and my brain for the benefit of others.
We can read, ponder and pontificate till our face falls off, but it is our works, our selfless works, our care and concern for other than self that brings us the unattainable by our self's efforts...we are gifted by grace.
Gifted by grace means we give up the struggle to make that happen. Or even to understand it...it is love unleashed.
The space in between knowing that and doing that is life itself. According to me.
Thank you.
Saturday, June 27, 2026
INTENTIONAL...THE POWER OF PURPOSE
,,,, without intentional spiritual formation and maturity, power, fear, and spectacle will train the soul faster than truth will. -- "Richard Rohr Daily Meditation," April 15, 2026
There. The quiet word laid out in black and white. The quiet word being intentional.
We intentionally go to God for God and that is all. That is not a blinding flash dropped from the Blue...that is on purpose...on purpose we go to God for God and that is all.
That on purpose is and has been for some 50 years now my sole goal...whether I gutbucket knew it or not.
For this I seek...freedom from self's fear and spectacle.
I go to God for God and that is all.
Thank you.
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