In the throes of the
Covid pandemic, I have been compelled to write something, anything meaningful,
helpful.
Warm and fuzzy has its place but mostly when you are home
and protected by the love of family. Out in the rugged world you have to be
careful that your love does not digress into naivete or you are liable to get
your ass kicked.
I am fortunate to have a daily spiritual practice. My goal is, “Love God, clean house, serve others.” Nothing original, but for me the
K.I. S.S. theory works best. (Keep it simple, Stupid)
As we move forward into the maw, if I could offer anything
it would be this. When you are at a bottom there is a part of you that wants to
give up. I spent half a lifetime trying not to fall to my knees only to realize
I was constantly doing just that. What ended up mattering was what I do once
I’m there.
Bottoms are kind of like falling into a shallow well. You
are waste deep in water and there is light way above reaching into the darkness
where you are. You are hungry, thirsty, wracked with pain from the fall and all
you can do is look up at that light and scream HELP … HELP
… PLEASE HELP ME!
Some give in to that despair and this life comes to an end.
Others realize that they must wait. Once that realization occurs the human
psyche will begin to organize, observe and in that stillness the answers will
come.
Suddenly you become aware that you are standing in clear,
clean water and all you have to do is drink. After the panic and subsequent
surrender to your plight, the mind begins to still and in that clarity the light
above begins to grow until the only thing that matters is that light.
The fact that your skin is crawling, you are bone cold, hunger
is gnawing at your guts recedes and you
cease to be afraid because you have accepted the fact that all you can
do is wait.
The light is hope. In the water we are reborn. Our minds
cease to produce enemies and instead are transformed by a surrendering heart …
a heart that has given itself over to hope until they hear your cry for help.
And in the light they come … HE comes and you are delivered
from your darkness.
The hard part about all of this is the not knowing but from
that ignorance is born the most powerful tool humans possess … love. When I say
that word I am not talking warm and fuzzy. I am talking the love of a warrior
that fights for his or her brothers and sisters and strives with every breath to
serve them.
There is scripture that has beat steady these past few
years and that is what I would offer here:
“And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the
greatest of these is love.”
1 Corinthians 13:13
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