Monday, February 04, 2013
I sat in church yesterday morning and listened to that beautiful reading from Paul 1st Corinthians Chapter 13. Student of the bible or not you've heard it at weddings and saw it on numerous greeting cards. "Love is patient, love is kind...." it opines. It tells us that if we are eloquent, wise and perceptive to all things in life and speak without love, well, we have nothing. It concludes with the mighty and thunderous line, "In short three things will last, faith, hope and love. Of these three love is the greatest." ( I realize my translation is loose, but you get the point.) From deep inside a quiet voice added "And faith is the most difficult."
I doubt myself a million times per day. Despite all the Divine reassurance available to me I still choose to go my own way and be left to my own devices. There is a proverb that states "Man plans and God laughs." It's as if I reach a point in my day to day life, lift my head skyward to say "Thanks so much. I'll take it from here."
Jesus once said "Blessed are those who cant see and still believe." I rarely count myself in that group. I'm more like Thomas who demanded to see the risen Jesus a sort of ancient "cash on the barrel head."
I monitor my intake, I exercise, I mediate and pray and if, after a prescribed period of time, mostly defined by me, things aren't going according to Hoyle, well its time to bail out. I must be doing something wrong and to trust a deity, a process or a practice may work for everyone else but not for me, thank you very much.
Love is ooey gooey. Faith is hard work. It's tough, it requires attention to detail and that nasty work "discipline." Faith means that no matter which way the wind is blowing you keep walking the same path over and over.
Yeah, faith is the most difficult but sandwiched in between it and love is the little noticed virtue of hope. Each morning I look skyward and I muster enough faith to hope that today is the day I see the path clearer.
I wont quit, nor will I give up. Some days that virtue of faith is like gnawing on a chunk of hard bread. It's cold comfort.
Sunday, February 03, 2013
Long before he became a country music legend, Kenny Rogers played in a rock band called The First Edition. One of their songs, ďTell It All Brother,Ē has a line within it thatís always haunted me. Simply put it says ďAnd in the dungeons of your mind, who do you have chained to the wall?Ē We could tour my mind if youíd like but we might be here all day. If you want to learn how to hold grudges, Iím your guy. Hurt me, wound me, or offend me and I have a spot for you on that wall. It doesnít have to be anything major either. It can be a slight or a mistaken offense and it will be a long time before I forgive you if ever. Thank goodness there arenít too many people like me out here, huh? So as Iím sitting in church early this morning I had no trouble understanding the message that was written on my heart. ďYou wonít begin to heal until you learn to forgive.Ē Again, simply put, when there is so much judgment, animosity, prejudice and grudge holding going on inside of me is there really any room for goodness or healing?
I sat back in the pew and sighed. Iím not really sure where to begin. I get POíd on a regular basis and itís become a matter of practice to stay that way. A friend on Facebook posted a long rant yesterday on road rage and how she felt justified in its practice. Thatís not what scared me. I found myself nodding right along with the ten people who added comments supporting the practice. We get mad and stay mad and with each successive slight or offense a small part of our hearts are partitioned off and we become more alienated.
Seriously friends, how many of you have tried every diet known in the cosmos, bought enough exercise DVDís to have a healthy and profitable yard sale, and still never seen the scale move significantly and more importantly stay in a healthy range. With sincere apologies to the experts, carrot sticks, and celery served with Greek yogurts a bit more of a punishment than an opportunity. Itís like trying to cure cancer with ibuprofen. I often see myself standing in front of a door thatís padlocked and Iím holding this massive ring of keys. I keep trying to find the one that fits.
ďYou wonít begin to heal until you learn to forgive.Ē
As I tour my mind, looking at all those people Iíve nailed firmly to the wall I turn a corner and I see a large room and on that rooms wall is me, chained and unforgiving of myself. All my accumulated sins, transgressions and faults are there for all to see and I wonít forgive myself. Until I do I wonít ever even approach that elusive thing called health and happiness. Forgiveness creates a space inside of us that allows healing and once we embark on the road to health we can plant healthy behavior.
We have to believe in something. I call that something God and you may call that something other names but Iíll tell you unequivocally that unless that something is there to heal you your efforts are futile. Thereís a passage in one of the Gospels where Jesus says he stands outside the door knocking, patiently waiting for us to let in the healing love. My poor eating habits, my reluctance to exercise are only symptoms of my unwillingness to forgive not only those around me, but to forgive myself.
ďYou wonít begin to heal until you learn to forgive.Ē
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