In my morning quiet time, I read that we are counseled to not run from ourselves...we're encouraged to stay faithfully with whatever new life is being hatched within us. I have to smile for that spots where I am today...feeling hatched anew.
Just a week or two ago, I realized the trauma to me of my brother's death when I was ten and he was twelve. I've always realized the in-general trauma surrounding his illness...who could not? The one seemingly simple action on my part that flashed before my inner eye, however, had caused me so much pain that I hid from it for over 70 years.
God's flash of the truth allowed me to let my brother know my shame and sorrow, and with that flash, I caught his understanding laughter.
It then occurred to me that my brother's agony in dying was akin to Jesus' on the road to his crucifixion...God's will, God's way leading them ever upward, away from self, deeper into God's love.
Blinding flash of the obvious: This is the same everyday road we walk every day...in our own shoes.
The agony or the ecstasy is determined by whether we choose to live by self-determined objectives or by spiritual principles.
Of course, in our walking-around world, neither choice eliminates illness, crucifixion or broken fingernails. The reality is that spiritual enwraps us in the peace that passes understanding...our self-determined objectives keep us ever resistant, wrapped in the fear of losing. There is no peace there.
Thank you.
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