I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Wednesday, November 20, 2019
die before you die
We are only afraid of death as long as we do not know who we
are, but once we know ourselves objectively to be a child of God, we are
already home and our inheritance is given to us ahead of time. Then we can
begin living and enjoying instead of climbing, proving, or defending. Our false
self, as all religions say in one way or another, must “die before we die.”
Richard
Rohr (reflecting on the teachings of Francis of Assisi
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Bless our little souls
we are afflicted by so many niggling fears
they dance through our brain
they are carried in our bodies
they rock and roll in our soul
all those anxieties
and uncertainties
all that unease and trepidation
leaving us feeling unsafe
and uncertain
it is like a poison, this fear
eating away at the fabric of who we are
leaving us tattered and torn
the walking wounded
desperately trying to heal
but we do not know how to heal ourselves
all our efforts
leave us more damaged
we try to heal through achievement
we strive and hoard
we grab power
we abuse
but we are left with only the fear
that we will lose what we have gained
that we will fail, or worse
someone else will take our treasures away
and so we become hard
suspicious
protective
we keep others at a distance
we keep minimize them and marginalize them
we oppress them and suppress them
we exclude them
we simply cannot welcome
those we fear, those we see as threats
our country
our churches
our lives
how sad we become
as we seek to prove our worth
as we clamber over others, scrambling
toward power or wealth
armoured with hate, and prejudice
or perhaps with camo and an AR-15
or even a Bible
there is only one anecdote
to believe in a God of love
a God who IS Love
and to believe that we are the Children of that God
loved and accepted
and forgiven
and that our destination is sure
Jesus often suggested that we have to die to live
that we have to die before we die
so that we might be born again
which is another way of saying
we must “die” so that we might find
a different way of doing life
so it is
we have to die to fear
that we might be born to faith
die to anger that we might be born to forgiveness
die to greed that we might be born to generosity
die to hate that we might be born to love
and it is when we have died
that we can truly live
so this day
and every day
I plan to wander through the minutes and the hours
muttering to myself
Child of God
Child of God
Child of God
not just about myself
but about every tattered and worn soul
I meet
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