Primitive religion is not believed, it is danced!

Arthur Darby Nock

Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.

Elizabeth Browning

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Resurrection, Now!

Who Am I?
Who Am I, Really?

most of us go through life
trying to answer that basic question

we spend a lot of time trying on selves for size
"Ah, this might be me!"
"What about this one!"

we wear our costumes
we dress ourselves up
over and over again

and sometimes 
we allow others to choose for us
defining our roles

so there we are
all dressed up
minister, banker
mother, farmer, logger,dentist

but there we are
all dressed up
defined by our costume

but we no longer know
how to go back inside
to our heart, our soul, our core
we are no longer truly in touch 
with who we really are.

and as a result, we have forgotten
who we really are

and so we are left desperately scrambling
for significance
looking for meaning
for this self, this little self
that is not our self at all.

Try these clothes on for size
"Our soul is who we are in God, and who God is in us" (Rohr)
"The secret is this, Christ in us..." (Paul)

Our true self
is who we are when, as those 
created in the image and likeness of God
pay attention to this divine DNA
tap into it
live it

but we can only live it 
when dare to die
when we dare (and this is a scary thing)
to let go of, renounce as it were, all those externally determined selves
that have become our sense of self, our ego

and give the divine
the chance to shine through us
you might call this

1 comment:

  1. I am me until life calls for me to be me and maybe myself and I will be there too.