Blinding flash of the obvious: Until I realize God in you, I pray idle words in blessing you.
I have come to believe, and am learning to live, what is daily in my face: The point of a spiritual life is not to distinguish oneself from the ungodly, but to stand in radical solidarity with everyone and everything else. (Rohr paraphrased.)
Living the spiritual life is unbelievably difficult because it requires us to willingly divest our self of knowing and to invest our self in unknowing. According to me.
We are seeking still more spiritual growth, and we are learning new and wondrous at God's own pace...we're feeling peace. Then, with no warning, we come to a spiritual cul-de-sac.
We've mysteriously landed way back yonder in spiritual grade school, knowing better but not knowing better. Because: this time it is not me, this time it is them, this time I need to push back, this time I have prayed for them, and it has not done a lick of good, and they are just toxic, dysfunctional and mean into the bargain. This time I'm riding herd.
We have slid into our own egoic quagmire. And getting out will take as long as it takes.
The only thing I'm fairly sure of is having "getting out" as our goal will keep us stuck in self...right, in a word. And self-righteous into the bargain. Plus rigid. We stay in our own fix-it mind, and we'll stay in our own fix-it mind.
What is hard to grasp is that this is the natural order of seeking still more spiritual growth. We lean on that which we have learned and say our thank you. We recall lessons learned, and we trust our daily readers that have stood the test of time. Readings such as: [I]f you are looking at honest men and women and neglecting to see the Christ in each one, do not think for a minute that here and there one of them is not going to trip you up. -- Joel Goldsmith, "The Gift of Love"
We go to God for God, and that is all.
Thank you.
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