Agape [Divine Love] is astonishingly simple. That is what makes it difficult. It is not too complex for us, we are too complex for it. We must learn to become like little children if we are to find [God].
For God is like a little child: utterly single-minded and pure of heart. That’s how God governs the universe: right from the center of it all. And that’s how we are called to govern our lives.
Source: The God Who Loves You
“The great lesson from the true mystics…is that the sacred is in the ordinary; that [the sacred] is to be found in one’s daily life, in one’s neighbors, friends, and family, in one’s back yard, and that travel may be a flight from confronting the sacred.
Abraham H. Maslow, Religions, Values, and Peak Experiences.
“We’re all mystics…every one of us” says the late Brother Wayne Teasdale. I could not agree more. All of us have the Power within us, the divine code imprinted into our very genes that triggers’ our hunger for God; for a transcendent experience of God.
If you are like me in any way, you may or may not realize it. You may think mystics are freaks, geeks, hermits or professional religious people who hide away from the world and never engage it; those who sit around having dreams, visions, and all sorts of paranormal realities coming from angels and God. We may not feel we are in that ‘category’. But whether we choose to acknowledge it or not, God is everywhere, waiting upon us, hungering for us and that is all the mystical is: a deep experiential knowledge of God and his all-encompassing Love.
God has given us the gift of life in this perplexing world in order for us to become who we ultimately are: children of a loving God; creatures of boundless love, deep compassion, and sacred wisdom. Our very existence is a summons from God to the eternal journey of the mystic if only we would embrace it.
I will spend the rest of my life journeying out this calling – this holy mandate – in order to grow ever closer to God. And I will do so with the sacred understanding that every moment, every pain, every joy, every minute of doubt and elation, is the Holy Now – the moment to know and be known by God.
I wrote this little poem over 12 years ago and I am now trying to start my days by reciting it:
I am trying to simplify my mission on earth, in this flesh, and I have found that it is summed up from the words of the “Big Book” of A.A. (in paraphrase): my mission is to be of maximum service to God and to my fellow man (and woman). Period.
There is one thing I can do better than anyone else: be me. God made me, me, so I can be a dynamic expression of divine love on the earth through the quirks, cracks, gifts and goofs that make up me. And the same is True for you as well.
An old-timer reminded me that a good moral credo starts with this: “doing the Good that lies nearest to you.” And he meant that literally.
I am learning day by day, sometimes moment by moment, that the only way up is down and the only way out is through.
I pray my life becomes a safe place for people to land.
One truth I see in action daily is that one of the greatest powers that exists is harnessing the power of “we” instead of merely harnessing the power of “me.”
The greatest miracle is what happens in me more than what happens to me. And all this from the miracle called God’s grace.
I have this amazing power, the power of choice, so I can choose to wrestle with God or I can choose to nestle with God.
For Sunday, June 16, 2013 – Luke 7:36-8:3
Immediate compassionate response trumps premeditated politeness. The host was thoughtful, no doubt, well-meaning and polite, curious about Jesus, but from a bit of a distance. The ‘sinning city woman’ knew nothing of distance. She was all-out passion. If the host was a small breeze, she was a blast of wind, a tangle of tears and kisses and hair. Intimate. You might say, inappropriate.
The host saw the unfolding action as opportunity to judge; Jesus simply received. Self-love deep enough, secure enough, makes other-love possible. The host had not enough inner resources for such loving attention as this. The dried up heart confuses rules and regulations for real caring, judgment for love. Even the ultimate words of love–”you are forgiven”–are misconstrued. “Who is this, who even forgives sins?” the guests ask among themselves. Why would they not ask, “Who is this, who loves so fully?”
To love well is not to follow a set of rules for loving well. To love well is to follow the tug of a thread that draws us toward this one who loves. The thread takes us where he is, this one who captures our heart. The woman bringing all she had did not premeditate how she could make a scene and disrupt Simon’s dinner party. She herself surely did not yet know how disruptive real love can be. She simply followed the thread.
Love beckoned. What could she do but respond?
By: Kayla McClurg
Season and Scripture: Luke, Ordinary Time C
When people who have repeatedly taken drugs [addicts & alcoholics] turn to God – really turn – there is no stopping them. It took a kind of courage to put drugs in their body and to go with that.
They didn’t know where they were going or whether they would come back; they didn’t know what the experience was going to be. These people have nerve…and verve. They love adventure. They’re not afraid to travel deeply into the Realm of God.
These people make good Ambassadors of God. They will go anyplace.
They’ve already been judged, rejected, and misunderstood when they were doing drugs. They figure that if they’re now doing things the right way, what difference does anyone’s judgments make?
They’ll just keep moving on, and there’s no stopping them.
And I, myself, am truly one of the “They” spoken of …