Showing posts with label blessings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blessings. Show all posts

Saturday, January 27, 2018

"tired of failing..."


"we pray for blessings,
we pray for peace,

comfort for family, 
protection while we sleep. 

we pray for healing, for prosperity,
and we pray for your mighty hand 
to ease our suffering; 

and all the while You hear 
each spoken need, 

yet love us way too much
to give us lesser things..."

Laura Story's incredible song, "Blessings" still fractures every splinter of ego-preservation.  And this live performance is one I cannot listen to - without having the last linch pin of all pride removed.

Here goes:  I am so tired of feeling like a spiritual failure. There, I said it. There was time when I would have been afraid that if I posted a statement like that, I would have signed my own "death" warrant as a spiritual healer. I have since learned that this is not only not the case, it is actually the opposite of what is true.

There are a few things that have, over the last few decades, become supremely clear to me:

1) when judging one's relationship with God -- according to the model propounded by a prosperity gospel culture -- Jesus, Mary Baker Eddy, Gandhi, Mandela - and almost every spiritual luminary that I admire -- is a failure.

Jesus didn't heal Judas of his betrayal, Mary Baker Eddy didn't "heal" the lawsuits filed against her by her son and closest confidants; Gandhi wasn't able to stop the violence perpetrated against his people, and Mandela didn't escape from prison.

2) Measuring one's spiritual growth by human accomplishments, achievements, and the accrual of possessions is, at best, a false model. It takes only the most cursory reading of the gospels to discover that "things" are not indicators of God's love for us.  Otherwise, Jesus just didn't cut it -- no home, no camel, few possessions.

3) The spiritual can only be seen and experienced spiritually.  It is one thing to know the spiritual nature of "home," it is quite another to equate that knowing with bricks, mortar, mortgages, and deeds.  I keep coming back to "I have a body, I am not my body."  And in kind, "I have a house, my sense of home is not validated by a house."

Having once lived in a small spiritual community -- where everyone thought they knew what was absolutely and  unequivocally true for everyone else -- I discovered that although spiritual cultures grow out of a common love for a  fundamental Truth -- they often resort to judging one another to give a false sense of structure and order to their community.

What seems to have occurred, throughout history, is that cultures do what egos - individual or collective -- always do.  They form hierarchies in order the sort their "members" into bad, good, better, best.  And in order to do that, they have to decide what practices and measures will be used to assign individual placement within those hierarchies.

Within "spiritual" cultures, most of these measuring indices are based on judging the words and behaviors of "others" in ways that that can be quickly sorted by one's compliance to culturally determined policies and rules.  Instead of temperance, we rely on abstinence.   Abstinence is easy.  Abstinence allows us to make a black or white assessment based on what we see -- or assume. We can look at someone and quickly determine if they are practicing abstinence.  In contrast, temperance is almost impossible to judge from the outside.  It is a practice that relies on self-knowledge and self-control.  It is contingent on one's relationship to an inner moral compass.  Only the person his/herself truly knows when they are being temperate in their consumption of chocolate -- vs. gluttonous or abstinent.

For example:  Imagine that your model is temperance. And the behavior in question is drinking coffee.  You walk into a restaurant and see a member of your community sitting in front of a cup of coffee.  You might even see them pick up that cup and take a sip.  Where abstinence is the model, you can immediately judge that person's compliance to the cultural "rules."  But where temperance is the model, you have no idea whether it is their first or fifteenth cup of coffee.  You can only trust that there is divine sovereignty governing their every choice.  You greet them, smile, and turn to your own practice of what is right - for you!

It is relevant here to note, that in her definition of the word "Moral." on page 115 of Science and Health with Key the Scriptures, Mary Baker Eddy lists these qualities of thought, word, and action:


"Humanity, honesty, affection,
faith, hope, compassion,
meekness, temperance."

But cultures resist accepting these qualities as the true standard of free moral agency.  Primarily because they cannot be measured from the outside -- only from within the sanctuary of one's relationship with the divine. Not having an easy measuring stick for where someone fits, is frustrating to cultures that thrive on hierarchies of behavior to determine place and power, achievement or failure. How do you know if you are better than someone else, if you can't decide how good (or bad) they are.  Cultures feed on comparisons.

Now let's take it a little further -- with an experience I had some years ago.

Being in the public practice of spiritual healing is humble work.  Our daughters were navigating the twists and turns of a community -- one that truly believed it had established its standards - for judging one another - on Jesus' teachings.

An opportunity to participate in an activity was presented to the girls.  But it was one that was costly.  The girls were concerned that the expense was more than our modest family budget could absorb. We prayed about how to proceed. When they were asked if they would be participating, they said, "probably not, this might be too much for our family."  The person in charge of the activity said -- without hesitation:  "Then your parents might want to pray more diligently about how to demonstrate the supply necessary for you to go."

There was no recognition that our daughters had prayed, and that they had been given the humility and grace to say "no," to the invitation, and that they were bringing remarkable courage to the moment.  There was little appreciation that this was an opportunity for "growth in grace' -- one that far-outweighed the activity in question. There was no acknowledgment that our family was demonstrating abundance -- in how we shared our resources and lived simply -- a lifestyle that honored our highest reading of scripture.

What if, as Laura sings, our blessings come as tears -- not peals of laughter.  What if our healing comes in the form of a deeper peace, rather than the "fixing" of a human situation that we have deemed as a spiritual failure.  What if, what society measures as a failure is actually the highest achievement in Christ -- the opportunity for growth in humility, patience, meekness, charity, forgiveness.

I am reminded of another statement that Mary Baker Eddy makes in Science and Health:



"Our disappointments and ceaseless woes,
turn us like tired children to the arms of divine Love,
then we begin to learn life in divine Science."


What if, our disappointments and ceaseless woes are not an indication of our failure to understand the Science of Being, but are actually the starting point for learning deeper lessons of spiritual consciousness -- the impartial and universal law of Love.

I refuse to let a false measure of what constitutes life in divine Science, make me feel like a failure any more.  I demonstrate my love for God, by my love for God -- not in any other way.  I demonstrate my understanding of Life through my moment-by-moment trust in the eternality of consciousness, not by more human days spent in this particular chapter of my eternal story.

I refuse to let the measuring stick of a culture - any culture - tell me anything about the strength of my relationship with God. This human experience is just a laboratory. It is not my "home." And at the end of any day spent in this laboratory, I return to my "home" -- my consciousness of Love.  It is here that I am loved and nurtured - impartially and universally. This is where the only true measure of my worth is found in the eyes of my first Love -- my Father-Mother God. Here I am enough. And that is enough for me.

offered with Love,




Kate








Tuesday, June 7, 2011

"Blessing or cursing..."

"May the Lord protect and defend you.
May He always shield you from shame.
May you come to be
In Israel a shining name..."

"The Sabbath Prayer," from Fiddler on the Roof, always touches me in a very profound way.  But in the last few weeks, I find myself coming back to it, often, as I re-center my thinking in the space of blessing, rather than cursing.

Cursing???... you may think with alarm.  But yes, cursing.  I am beginning to see that if my thoughts aren't ones of blessing...beginning with God's allness, and, like a pebble dropped in a pond, rippling out from one all-encompassing Truth-based version of reality...they can easily drift into the nebulus space of opinion.  And opinion...mine, or anyone else's...has no value.  In fact, in
Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, and her other prose writings, Mary Baker Eddy, counsels:

"Human opinions are not spiritual."

"The one Mind, God, contains no mortal opinions."

"In Christian Science mere opinion is valueless."

"Science makes no concessions to persons or opinions."

"The opinions of men cannot be substituted
for God's revelation."

I have been struck by the fact that she doesn't say, "other people's human opinions are valueless..." but that any, and all, mere human opinion, including my own, is valueless.  And since I want to live a life of value, a life that makes a difference in this world, I have committed myself to being more fully engaged in blessing everyone, and everything, I come in contact with.  Leonardo da Vinci offered this insight, which has given me a wonderful spiritual incentive for eschewing my right to have an opinon about anyone, or anything, when he said:

"The greatest deception men suffer
is from their own opinions."

The person I am most "cursing" when I harbor an opinion, is myself.  To allow myself to be shackled by deception is self-destructive.  To deprive myself of the Truth about anyone, or anything, is rank poverty.  I must start at the right starting point,  as Eddy avers, to arrive at satisfying conclusions...conclusions that bless instead of curse.  She says:

"The starting point of divine Science is that God, Spirit,
is All-in-all, and there is no other might, nor Mind.

If I am starting from any other starting point, my orientation to the Truth is going to be skewed, and I will never reach the right conclusion.  If this is the case, why would I want to waste my time wandering about in the wilderness of self-deception, by harboring opinions of any kind?  If, as Eddy says, opinions are valueless, why would I want to traffic in them...at all?  I believe that each of us longs to be seen, and known, for who we really are in the eyes of God.  To be seen through the lens of Truth's revelation, which is the only basis for any kind of healing, transformative, blessing relationship. 

So, I am asking myself, moment-by-moment, "Is the way I am thinking, speaking, or acting affirming or denying the presence of God as All-in-all?  Is it based on a trust in God as my only Informant about myself, or anyone else?  Are my thoughts...the way I am thinking, or speaking about myself or another...a blessing, or a cursing...based in the Truth of God's Allness, in all, or mere valueless, deceptive human opinions?"

When my information...about myself, or anyone else...comes from God, it must be consistent with its Source.  It must have the character of His viewpoint, as Truth...honest, accepting, free of judgment.  It must speak His language, of Love.   It must reflect the enduring constancy of his nature, as Life.  It must be as full of beautiful possibilities as the breadth of His constitution, the embodiment of Soul.  It must always be thoughtful, and conscious of His allness, as Mind.  It must be scientific, orderly, reliable, as Principle.  And it must animate the very best in us...charity, kindness, patience, grace...as Spirit. 

If information comes from any other source, and I entertain, reflect (ponder deeply), mull over, or publish it in my thinking, speech, or actions, I am conspiring with the only real enemy, or stranger,  I can experience...those thoughts which encourage me to live a life, full of self-deception through "mere human opinion."  And in doing so,  I am consenting to cursing myself, and others.  Thereby, denying myself the richness of a life full of blessing.  Blessing others, and being blessed by the joy of beholding a universe...a reality...with only one Creator, who made it good...very good. 

I think, for myself, I will choose a blessing...

"Divine presence,
breathe Thou Thy blessing on every heart in this house.
Speak out, O soul!."

- Mary Baker Eddy



with Love,

Kate

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

“Blessings through raindrops...”



"Cause what if your blessings
come through raindrops?
What if your healing comes through tears?
And what if a thousand sleepless nights,
are what it takes to know You're near?"

-
My friend, Lauri, told me about this beautiful Laura Story  song, "Blessings"  yesterday afternoon.  She said that it had been shared as part of her church's worship service on Sunday.  She thought that it might resonate with me.  Might?  Oh my goodness, it resonates with me very deeply -- so much so, that I was almost rendered speechless. 

I'd already prepared a post for today. I'd waited to post it after picking up the girls from soccer, getting dinner, baths, laundry, and then returning office calls. Just beforehand, though, I thought I'd listen to the song Lauri had suggested.  "It had me at hello…" From the first verse, that other post was put on the back burner.

Have you ever felt like you've prayed all night for answers, and all you've heard were more questions?  That you've slept on your knees and woke not comforted, but with an even more despairing hunger -- one that kept you waiting all the next day?  Has your your heart ever been shattered, and in the shards you've discovered tear-honed treasures of sea glass -- more precious than diamonds? Then this song may touch you as deeply as it did me. It has reached itself into the deepest place of my being, and wrung out the availing tear.  

One of my favorite statements, by Mary Baker Eddy, took tangible form for me, when I listened to Laura's powerful message.  It is from Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, and reads:


"The very circumstance
which your suffering sense
deems wrathful and afflictive,
Love can make an angel
entertained unawares. 
Then thought gently whispers,
"Come hither…"

Love is calling us closer.  Calling us closer to that very circumstance which a suffering sense -- of life and being -- would deem -- perceive -- as wrathful and afflictive.  

Sometimes, just being reminded of this promise, is all I need to "not run." To stay on my knees as long as it takes. To let the storm clouds gather. To see the lighting flash. To wait until I can actually feel the rain on my face -- feel Love's presence soaking into my being.  To fell the love of God right then and there - in that very moment, in that very place. 

My "home" is not in a space of my own imagining. I am not its builder, decorator, or protector. My home is God's. I trust His design. I trust His purpose. I trust that He occupies my "home." That He is with me. And wherever He is -- and He is everywhere, at all times -- thatis my home.

I have typed out Laura's lyrics below. They were my prayer last night. They have been my prayer today. 

Thank you Father for your blessings. Especially the ones that come through raindrops and tears...

"We pray for blessings.
We pray for peace.
Comfort for family,
protection while we sleep.
We pray for healing,
for prosperity.
We pray for Your mighty hand,
to ease our suffering.

All the while,
You hear each spoken need.
Yet love is way too much,
to give us lesser things.

'Cause what if your blessings
come through raindrops?
What if Your healing
comes through tears?
What if a thousand sleepless nights
are what it takes to know You're near?

What if trials of this life,
are Your mercies in disguise?

We pray for wisdom,
Your voice to hear.
We cry in anger,
when we cannot feel You near.

We doubt your goodness.
We doubt your love.
As if every promise,
from Your Word is not enough.

All the while,
You hear each desperate plea,
and long that we'd have faith to believe.

'Cause what if your blessings
come through raindrops?
What if Your healing comes through tears?
What if a thousand sleepless nights,
are what it takes to know You're near?

When friends betray us.
When darkness seems to win.
We know that pain reminds this heart,
that this is not, this is not our home.
It's not our home....

'Cause what if your blessings
come through raindrops?
What if Your healing comes through tears?
What if a thousand sleepless nights
Are what it takes to know You're near?

What if my greatest disappointments,
or the aching of this life,
Is the revealing of
a greater thirst this world can't satisfy?
What if trials of this life...
the rain, the storms, the hardest nights...
are your mercies in disguise?"


This message embraces the sweetness of a salvation-based spiritual journey. A wakefulness that weeps with Christ in Gethsemane. A trust that stands with him -- braced by Love -- expecting the kiss. An unwavering courage that  faces Pilate, walks with him through jeering crowds along the road to Calvary. A love that watches with his mother at the cross and rises early to bring him fragrant, sweet spices in the tomb -- only to find the promised resurrection.

For me, this is an Easter song. It sings of hope that is deathless. Of resurrected joy -- not in spite of our trials, but found within the Love-perfumed folds of the burial cloth. As long as we think our peace is dependent on human conditions, we are never truly at peace. To discover that God is with us on the cross, in the garden, at our breaking point -- is to know a peace that passeth understanding. A joy that none can take away.

Here is a
video clip with Laura Story as she explains her journey in writing  this song. Easter blessings to you and yours.   

Thanks Lauri, for sharing this song with me. You were right, I do love it -- very, very much.

with Love,


Kate