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.
Monday, March 30, 2020
Resentment has no place
Resentment, Part Duex
Do we really want to be rid of our resentments, our anger,
our fear? Many of us cling to our fears, doubts, self-loathing or hatred
because there is a certain distorted security in familiar pain. It seems safer
to embrace what we know than to let go of it for fear of the unknown.
(Narcotics
Anonymous Book/page 33)
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it lies there
like Southern Smokehouse Bacon Burger,
your mother’s meatloaf,
or a dry fruitcake.
sitting there, in that deep inner place,
a foul presence
that contaminates our souls
rot, rot, rot
fester, fester, fester
that stuff we carry
that stuff that weakens our heart
clouds our minds
blurs our sight
and leads to
resentment
which leads dark things
like retribution, and cruelty
once upon a time
I was stabbed in the back
It was not that I was blameless in the situation,
but the options were there for openness
and healing
instead there were assumptions
and outright lies
this person was the first person I knew
who owned a minivan
a Dodge
minivan (the only kind there were at that time)
the impact of this person’s feelings, attitudes
and behavior
were profound
and even though the eventual outcomes was just
the facts were twisted
and the offense multiplied
and so for years
every time I saw a minivan
my heart pounded
a lump formed in my stomach
and bile rose
I was not free
I was burdened by the fact
That I could not let go
Could not even try to understand
What it was within this person
That caused them to do what they did
Eventually I got there
And was able to travel
Lighter
Not light
It is really difficult to travel light
Not to pick up
All the things that come our way
The hard comments
The misunderstood statements
The harmful behaviors
The dysfunction
We grab them and hoard them
And if we are not careful
They become our dragon’s hoard
And we wallow and revel in our hurt
and it becomes valuable to us
definition
it becomes who we are
it becomes comfortable
familiar
but it is not who we are
we are Sacred Children
designed for freedom
designed for compassion
and forgiveness
generosity
and love
and so as we sit
staring at the TV screen
hating the voice, the sight of one we abhor
as we see that person who has
“done us wrong”
sitting a few desks away
or a few pews away
or across the kitchen table
as we struggle with our resentment
we are not ourselves
it is resentment
and retribution that are the unnatural acts
that separate us from God
and from one another
As he left a life of imprisonment
and walked down the path to freedom
Nelson Mandela is reported to have said these words,
“As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead
to my freedom, I knew if I didn't leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I'd
still be in prison.”
By contrast, the people of Israel
faced with the broad expanse of the desert
and freedom, and newness
are said to have proclaimed
“we want to go back to Egypt”
“Many of us cling to our fears, doubts, self-loathing or
hatred
because there is a certain distorted security in familiar
pain.”
And make no mistake
Letting go is scary
Forgiving is scary
Trusting is scary
Giving of yourself
Is terrifying
But God calls us to lay down our fear (be not afraid)
And step forth
Into freedom
Resentment has no place
on the journey
to the Kingdom
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