Picture it: We're at sixes and sevens with Gertrude so we pray, "Bless her, change me." And God changes us...he makes our green eyes brown.
We are incensed. We were pretty much happy with our eyes. So we rant, rail and wail...in the prettiest words possible so as not to offend God further...figuring we must've already offended him or he would have blessed me and changed HER which, who's kidding whom, was the underneath message of the prayer in the first place.
God, being patient, explains to us: He knew at the get-go that humans are born into the material world, thus are going to need to change if we're going to make the journey out there and back home to him in the spiritual world.
So he gave us the instructions, the how-to in making the changes for our own self...put into words in the Sermon on the Mount for one instance. From our eyebrows up, we know how to do this. We've got all we need to "bless her, change me." What we're lacking is the want to.
The fact is, asking God to do it is just delaying doing it. Which is akin to taking a driver's ed course, learning everything we can about driving a car, buying a car, then sitting in the car and praying that God will get us where we want to go. Our true want is for a chauffeur. Like we're Miss Daisy and God's the hired help. See, we're afraid to drive. We've never done it before. So, please?
Follow the directions. Do unto others...love your neighbor as yourself...turn the other cheek. Just do it. (Which tells its own story...we rely more on the words of a Nike commercial than the words of the Sermon.)
The secret, of course, is that we must take the first step...all else falls in line behind it.
Thank you.
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