In our zeal to become the landlords of our own being, we
cling to each achievement as a kind of verification of our self-proclaimed
reality. We become the center and God somehow recedes to an invisible fringe.
Others become real to the extent they become significant others to the designs
of our own ego. And in this process the ALL of God dies in us and the sterile
nothingness of our desires becomes our God. . . .
James
Finley
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if I can’t see past my own nose
if everything begins and ends with me
my world is very small
and I become very small
with little vision
a tiny heart
and a soul thirsting for living water
no matter how big I am
how important
no matter what I accomplish
no matter how much power I can wield
if someone looks into my eyes
they will know
that something is missing
we see it in the eyes of Putin
sitting in splendid isolation at the end of his
VERY BIG TABLE
master of his universe
able to send a caravan of mass destruction against
a vulnerable nation
we see it in the eyes of Boebert and Greene
as they attempt to demean and dehumanize
but end up only demeaning and dehumanizing themselves
I too am tempted
to make myself everything
to get caught up in the trappings of ego
my body image,
job,
education,
clothes,
money,
house, car,
on and on it goes
and soon I am blind to others
to the world
and soon I have pushed not only others
but God
to the fringe
almost out of my life altogether
and my ego and its desire
become my center
I become addicted to self
but my body ages
retirement comes
there is always more to learn
and this self-focus
this individualism becomes toxic
to those around me
and to myself
it is contagious, and illness
that permeates
and destroys
but there is a true self
a self that is connected to and centered on
Sacred
a self that is fed by bread and wine
a self whose thirst is quenched
by springs of living waters
a self that can see
as if from the top of a mountain
forever
can see the Sacred
see others
and see where it is to go
and who it is called to be
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