Recovering the Humanity In All of Us
I think too much. Or is that possible? Can we ponder ourselves too much? Is there a place where we intersect with the world or do we just fight against the current all the time?
Who am I and where do I fit?
These are the questions that have spawned art and literature and music for all eternity.
Everywhere we are surrounded by the blessed and the cursed, the sacred and the profane. But our hearts are like hands and the more we are exposed to life, the more calloused we grow to the world. And yet, like our hands, even the most callous heart will blister if overworked or chaffed by something new or unexpected. I like to think of this as perspective.
For some time we may ignore the obvious because we are very busy and have much work to do. And then something happens, we are struck by the true reality of life without it being passed through the filter of our hardened and calloused hearts and the blister is torn - our heart is torn and it breaks. And then we suffer, then we feel the ache for the blessed and the sting of the cursed. We no longer just see - we witness.
And when we get to the place where we can actually witness life, we testify to it and make ourselves responsible for it. We own it. And that is what it means to belong in this world.
Make no mistake - this world owns each of us and we belong whether we choose to or not. We suffer and celebrate because we belong to this world and the things of this world effect us all.
And then we ponder different things - how can we possible celebrate suffering? How did Jesus do what he did? What is the true meaning of sacrifice? We can never celebrate the suffering because it can become too smothering for our lives but if we look closely at some eternal truths, we can then start to celebrate the meaning of suffering because it means that we belong and we matter and we can finally grasp our place in God's world.
To be one with the world we live in was what Jesus taught us to do. Not to seperate ourselves. I truly believe we are called to make a covenent with ourselves and the one that gives us strength and hope. To actually be aware and to live in this world.
And when you can get to that point where you ask no questions but accept who you are and where you are , then you can live and love without reserve and will find that those things that draw you become the very ground you walk on.
So no more "why me Lord"?
Life and love and commitment and possibility and hope and despair - all of these things are who we are and the key to our very humanity is to understand that each of them is valid.
The most amazing thing we have is the ability to choose which ones we focus on. What are the things that break the blisters of our callousness? Where does our hope come from? How can we know that all of our suffering is part of the process we all have to go through?
Faith, hope and love......and the greatest of these is love.
I wish it would quit raining............
Who am I and where do I fit?
These are the questions that have spawned art and literature and music for all eternity.
Everywhere we are surrounded by the blessed and the cursed, the sacred and the profane. But our hearts are like hands and the more we are exposed to life, the more calloused we grow to the world. And yet, like our hands, even the most callous heart will blister if overworked or chaffed by something new or unexpected. I like to think of this as perspective.
For some time we may ignore the obvious because we are very busy and have much work to do. And then something happens, we are struck by the true reality of life without it being passed through the filter of our hardened and calloused hearts and the blister is torn - our heart is torn and it breaks. And then we suffer, then we feel the ache for the blessed and the sting of the cursed. We no longer just see - we witness.
And when we get to the place where we can actually witness life, we testify to it and make ourselves responsible for it. We own it. And that is what it means to belong in this world.
Make no mistake - this world owns each of us and we belong whether we choose to or not. We suffer and celebrate because we belong to this world and the things of this world effect us all.
And then we ponder different things - how can we possible celebrate suffering? How did Jesus do what he did? What is the true meaning of sacrifice? We can never celebrate the suffering because it can become too smothering for our lives but if we look closely at some eternal truths, we can then start to celebrate the meaning of suffering because it means that we belong and we matter and we can finally grasp our place in God's world.
To be one with the world we live in was what Jesus taught us to do. Not to seperate ourselves. I truly believe we are called to make a covenent with ourselves and the one that gives us strength and hope. To actually be aware and to live in this world.
And when you can get to that point where you ask no questions but accept who you are and where you are , then you can live and love without reserve and will find that those things that draw you become the very ground you walk on.
So no more "why me Lord"?
Life and love and commitment and possibility and hope and despair - all of these things are who we are and the key to our very humanity is to understand that each of them is valid.
The most amazing thing we have is the ability to choose which ones we focus on. What are the things that break the blisters of our callousness? Where does our hope come from? How can we know that all of our suffering is part of the process we all have to go through?
Faith, hope and love......and the greatest of these is love.
I wish it would quit raining............
posted by KK at 9:45 AM
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