Friday, November 30, 2012

Still on the way



Still on the way

One day a friend complained that I only write about struggle, pain, loss etc.  Well I said, writing tends to focus on the more tragic aspects of life.  When we feel joy and things go well, it seems right, there is nothing to work through, though thankfulness is in order.  It is in struggle that we are forced to ponder, think and for me, as it is true for many, to seek out God's love, healing and grace.  In real life, when I am relating to others, I am sort of a clown, when I write; a different side comes to the surface.  Which is real?  Both are, just like for everyone else.  We can be complicated critters at times, but as we age and mature, I believe we can become more simple and childlike.  Have not got there yet, still on the way, no doubt till the day I die and perhaps after; I can be very slow on the uptake.

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Uphill climb


Uphill climb

I have come to the conclusion that there are aspects of myself that will always be a tad wild and out of control.  Over long years of hit and miss I have come to the realization that all I can do is love those little devils and stop fighting them.  I just offer them to the Lord and they seem to quiet down a bit.  I suppose we all have thorns in our side that keeps us seeking inner balance.  Maybe they are needed.  There are times when I panic, then I look to the Lord and say, well here I go again, glad I can offer this to you. Whatever is good comes from you, your gift to me, well, all I have to offer is my struggle, inner pain, and my unbelief and doubt....and to my surprise, always, you take them and heal me just a little more.  Trust is getting easier, though still an uphill climb.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Why would they



Why would they

 People, who are at peace with themselves and know themselves, don't need to gossip, why would they?  The more I am aware of my own inner struggles and failures, the less I need to look down on others, since I know that they are mirrors of my inner world, though perhaps hidden in the hidden ocean we call the unconscious.  Seeing something in another may be true, it is in the harshness of the judgment that we get into trouble....for we are judging ourselves I believe.  We live in a hall of mirrors, others show us our reflections.  The less we know of ourselves the more distorted the image.  In any case it is a life long process and in the end, only Jesus (speaking as a Christian of course) can give us the courage to move into those inner dark rooms, where he is there waiting, patiently and with love
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Friday, November 23, 2012

The splinter


The splinter


Gossip is so common and is so easily done that those who do it (myself of course included) don't understand the evil that is committed towards others, until of course they are the victims.  We are all powerless before back stabbing, gossip and talk that can ruin us.  Evil said spreads easily, it can't be stopped.... it is to entertaining for the ears to hear and gives the drug of being self righteous.  All my life I have struggled with my tendency to let loose about someone, at times I am able to stop, at other times to my shame I fail. 

It is funny how easily I can look around the log in my own eye and see the tiny splinter in the eye of another.
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Wednesday, November 21, 2012

They are many (thanksgiving)


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They are many
(thanksgiving)

As I get older, and time goes by even faster (I will be 64 next week), I have come to understand that each moment is precious, even the painful ones. For all things pass, but the thing that stays for the whole journey, that heals, is the love I seek to develop.  As well as the kindnesses that others do for me, and my ability to let go of all that impedes me on my road, to ever greater and deeper inner freedom.  We each have a path. As a Christian, I believe it is trust and the choice to trust, in spite of all that points to the contrary that is the path that leads to the death to self that Jesus calls us to.  Love of self at least for me is still a struggle, yet the burden of self doubt and self contempt lessens as I age. One day I believe the Lord will fulfill his mission in my heart, as well as in all hearts, of all those who seek love and truth.

Thanksgiving is just a call to grow deeper into love, gratitude and the understanding that this is the seed that allows the soul to soar, even if life at times is rough, painful and makes no sense.  I think most of us will find ourselves there at different times in our lives.  The most amazing people I have met are those who have gone through the roughest times and come out filled with love, hope and trust.  They have sweat blood and come out intact.  They are healers of others, people of deep compassion and understanding….they are many and all around us, often not knowing the gifts they bring to others, yet healers they are.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Bubba (we all look alike)


Bubba

When you are 'older', a tad overweight, and bald on top, long beard and a pony tail, well you know the saying, we all look alike.  There are a couple of men here in Conyers who seem to look just like me, or enough to be mistaken for them.  One is named "bubba", not an uncommon name in
Georgia and I think he is a carpenter; the other man is named John and a motorcycle fixer upper.  It kind of makes me nervous at times.  You never know, one of them could be my evil twin.  One day I was coming out of Wal-Mart, and this lady runs up to me and gives me a hug and says:  "Bubba where have you been, have not seen you in weeks".  Then she saw that my eyes were blue and got red and said she was so sorry, but insisted I looked just like "Bubba".  I kept looking for the candid camera crew to pop out.  With John I have also been approached a couple of time.  One time was not too pleasant.  I think John owed someone some money.  So now when I am in town, and I see someone approaching me with that look of finding a long lost friend, or someone who may owe them money, I raise my had, give them my best smile and say:  “I am not a carpenter and I don't fix motor bikes and my name is not John or Bubba".  That stops them in their tracks and they say sorry and continue on their way.   This had not happened for a few years, and then last week someone approached me about me fixing their bike again.  After I explained that I had the mechanical ability of a rat on cocaine, he laughed and went on his way.  Yeah, we all look alike, makes me feel part of something greater than myself that can bite.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Our response




Our response
There are many obstacles that have to be faced in order for growth and healing to occur.  My own background is both a help and a hindrance, for all of my strengths come from it as well as weaknesses’.  Failures can be an important part of the journey for they are what lead to greater self knowledge along with the necessity to develop patience towards the slow often laborious process the spiritual path is about.  Not too many shortcuts, if any. 

It is about one step at a time, getting up when needed, along with self forgiveness and a form of stubbornness that will not allow leaving the path, or the call of grace.  It is not about good feelings, though they can be helpful, but about dealing with those times of life that wake us up and push the process of making choices based on what we believe to be right, or to give up and seek to escape the  endeavor that I believe that life is all about.  It can seem easier to leave the path, but in reality it is not. 

St. Paul uses the simile of running a race and the need for stamina, which is built up over time and use.  Things are not what they seem.  Our lives and choices are important, for they have a deeper and wider affect that most realized.  Seeking, striving and the search for truth are I believe a response to a call that comes from the very center of our being. 

To run from this process invites chaos and death into our lives, both inner and outer….we choose, to walk a path towards truth is to break away from the deep often unconscious influence of whatever time and culture we live in.  Waking up can be a painful journey, but one we are called to.  In any case, our individual deaths will be ‘the’ wake up call, for then all truth will be revealed and the seed that is our death will bring forth the fruit of our lives.  Whatever fruit we bring forth will be what was truly chosen and freely lived out.  Each path has its price and sufferings along the way.  One leads to the open mystery of reality, the other to and ever smaller world consisting of only the ‘self’ imprisoned in an narcissistic prison that is self made.  The fruit of ones life is seen only by God, none can judge the deep center of another, though we try and I believe we always fail.


To continue

An open heart,
one that seeks
is a choice,
though the journey dark
filled with both joy and pain.

The path often hidden,
walking over the void.

To continue is an act of faith,
allowing the heart to expand
into infinity.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

An event that was a tad frustrating


An event that was a tad frustrating

One day, I was on a long trip and decided to get me a Coke and some peanuts when I was getting some gas for the car.  So I got the gas, my snack and pulled over to a shady spot to relax for a few minutes.  I got one of those little bags of nuts, Planters I guess it was and smiling tried to open the bag from the top.  So I tried one side and then the other, nothing.  So I decided to turn it over still smiling, still nothing.  Ah Ha I said, I need to pull it open by pulling the seam apart that is on the back side of the bag.  Still attempting to smile I tried that and almost gave myself a hernia trying to pull it open.  By this time I was breathing hard and my face was probably beat red.  So I put back my head and said out loud, "I can't believe I can't open a simple bag of peanuts".  Then I noticed a tap on my window and nice looking woman about my age was standing there smiling at me as if she understood my little problem. 

So I sheepishly opened my window.  She looked at me, my bag of peanuts and asked me to hand the bag to her.  So I did, curious on what she was going to do.  The way I was feeling, frustration is not close; she could have thrown them on the ground and danced a gig and I would have probably joined her. Laughing like a mad man all the while.  .  No, instead she reached into her bag and brought out a Swiss army knife, opened the part where there was a little pair of scissors and with a flourish opened the bag for me.  I laughed and thanked her.  She said, no, thank you.  I have had this knife for years and have never found a use for it, now that I have used it, my husband can kiss my butt (she used another descriptive phrase); he keeps telling me that my knife is useless, now I can say it is not.  Hmmmm I thought, not going there.  So I thanked her and we parted and I continued my journey.  One little bag, bested by a bag of peanuts, I am sure it will happen again.  Need a Swiss army knife.  

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

The hearts longing


The hearts longing
Love, the desire for union and also the suffering that flows from this longing, is often spoken of as centered in the heart.   The heart does respond to human emotions in a powerful way, be it from love, hatred, anger or fear.  Often when someone is under great emotional stress, the heart is often felt as a pounding against the rib cage.  However, it is the area of relationships that the heart is meant, when speaking in terms of the heart being broken or wounded and in need of healing. 

When in my early twenties, I would say I was either 22 or 23, there came a time when I actually felt like my heart was an abyss of pain and darkness; it felt like an untended, sore, oozing infection.  I felt a great deal of pain in my chest area, a great weight actually in which I could not alleviate in any way.  If I tried to find some surcease it only made the pain worse, so I learned from experience that it was best to simply sit with it, though it was of course very difficult; I simply had no choice.  I would often just sit, praying and looking into this abyss wondering what was going and if there was anything I could do about it.  Slowly over the years healing has come, though there is still more that needs to be done.  The deep inner abyss, at least as felt in the heart area is now longer there, nor the pressure or great weight.  I would suppose it was the search for love and union that was the cause of this pain.  I think it started after I had an inner ‘vision’ (a natural event for I have a very intense inner life), in this experience I saw myself (I was an outside observer) at the bottom of a stair case looking up towards the top of the stairs, which were quite wide and steep, at the entrance was a door made of bone, very white and on the sides there were large teeth that would interlock if the gate closed.  The only thing I can say is that I was given the choice to keep the gate open or to allow it to close in on me forever.  I chose life and so the gate remained open.  It was soon after that that I began to experience this specific kind of pain that had no physical cause. So I guess my saying ‘yes’, was in some way giving permission for this to emerge So if the heart is the gate way to love and union, it is also the portal that allows all that needs healing or blocks that union to be felt, seen and healed.  This is of course a common human experience, though how one expresses this human condition will vary from person to person. There are many artists who deal with this in their songs.   The hearts search for the living water that will quench its thirst.  In the Old Testament, the “Song of Songs” also deals with this longing in deeply sexual and sensual terms.  Yet it is about our relationship with God and God’s relationship with us. 

I suppose that one of the ways that people seek to escape this kind of pain is to shut down, but that comes with a heavy price.  Some deal with this existential problem through addictions, which gives some temporary respite but in the end only increases suffering. For I believe that mankind being made in the image of God is made to love and for love and all that gets in the way of that has to be pruned or burned away.  John of the Cross talks about this in his book “The dark night of the soul” and it seems that for most people this is an experience that has to be gone through if healing is to be attained.  If healing is forestalled then an endless cycle of pain, confusion and despair may have to be gone through over and over again.  The death to self that is needed in order to experience a broader existence cannot be sidestepped.  Just ask any good and loving parent when they have children.  The love of a parent for his or her child can be very painful and healing at the same time.  For the child needs must come first, theirs second.  Parents who cannot feel this, need to be pitied and not condemned, for often through no fault of their own they are incapable of this kind of relationship……though grace, at least according to my faith is always at work.

In welcoming people into his kingdom, in the Last Judgment scene in the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus surprised many by saying they will be welcomed because they visited him in prison, fed and clothed him and took care of him when ill.  This is a very interesting part of the New Testament that is often overlooked or passed by.  Again it is all about the heart and how it loves.  Not as a work, but as something that flows from the heart in concern for those outside ones tribe or circle; it is an expression of ones inner self and also about their relationship with God, even if it is perhaps unconscious.  There are people who as they grow, their heart expands and they see beauty in the lowly, the despised, the forgotten and those in prison.  Those who often don’t have a tribe or a place to rest their heads; they are often homeless and bereft of comfort and support and are not overlooked by a loving heart that is healed and guided by grace. 

There is faith, hope and charity.  Charity is the greatest for it is the one virtue that will survive death, the rest die here, no longer needed, at least as far as this experience in life is concerned.  Jesus did say “It is not those who say Lord, Lord, who will enter the gates of heaven, but those who do the will of the Father”.  Which seems to be to love one another, not in some pious sentimental way, but in a down to earth, sweating blood sort of thing, real and rooted in reality, with the courage not to seek escape through contempt, hatred and anger toward those outside ones tribe, religion, or country.  Faith is not the crutch, for it leads to the cross, the ability to love in spite of the pain of others or even rejection.  This is the work of grace. 

I fail, when I forget the above.  When I fear to truly see those before me as another self, also as one beloved by God and made in God’s image and likeness.  The problem I think is when we make God into our image and likeness, which happens, for idols still abound both within and without.  Yet we are each the beloved of God, hard as that is to see at times.  The intimacy that God has with each of us, something that the Christian faith teaches, is that God in Christ bears our pain, our shame and suffering and also our inner alienation and our feeling of being cut of from God and one another. 

God’s power is love, man’s power is to control, objectify and use.  The subject disappears and all that is left is a thing, less than human, that can be sold as a slave, abused in the sex trade or to simply be one of the populace to be manipulated to spend ones money on what is not needed.   Blindness to the subjectivity of the other brings forth bitter fruit that actually seems to be getting worse as the world grows weary and ages.  

Those in power are there because they want it, crave it and will often do anything to get to the top.  The will-to-power trumps over love every time, hence the corruption both in religion and politics.  I have no answer, except from what I have learned from my own inner experience and also experiences that are shared by many others.  The ability to love comes about by being open to grace and to the pain that has to be gotten through to have a more expansive heart for others and by that I mean those ‘outside’.  Outsiders are less than human, easy to feel contempt for and even easier to enslave and kill.  To love ones family and friends is truly a wonderful thing but it is not what Christ is calling those who follow him to. Love of family is for most a given, natural, good and healing.  It is also natural to hate and despise those outside.  Christ is found in those outside, for the heart has to expand in order to do that.  This is grace at work, something freely given to all who seek, knock and strive to grow in love and compassion.

All human striving towards compassion and love is in actuality a response to an invitation that is offered to all.  Each will respond uniquely, some will not, the fate of each in the hand of a loving and compassionate God, whose love, which is infinite, can often be experienced or seen as cruel. 

I feel that mankind is caught in a web of its own making, bound with tight strong threads that show its self in how our cultures actually work in spite of our high ideals.  Only grace can cut those cords, allowing each of us to allow Christ love to enter the world through each one of us. 



Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Truly human


Truly human

Being human, truly human, is an enterprise that I believe we are all on.  There are cultural customs that will often stop this process, or slow it down considerably.  We are like rough pieces of furniture, unvarnished, waiting for the finishing touches to be applied so that we can be what we were made to be.  How do we fail?  All that is needed is to look at any cultural throughout history, or religion, or philosophy and yes ideologies, to see how easy it is to fail.  They seem to need to have an ‘us’ and a ‘them’.  Today that seems to be getting worse.  Even the New Atheism that is purported to bring some rationality to mankind is turning into just another ideology that separates us even further; they are after all ‘brights’, which makes the rest of us ‘dims’ I suppose.  There seems to be no end to it.

There are people with whom I have met who show the way.  They have something about them that invites openness and trust.  They listen, seek to understand and do not think they have to change others.  Though they may have deep roots in a religion, or other system of belief, to which they hold to with their whole heart, mind and soul.  They are not threatened by other people’s paths, but seek to learn from them, and to also impart some of their wisdom.   These persons are often quiet and will not share their insights unless they are asked; such is their respect for others.  They do not need to write about themselves or their struggles, they just ‘are’.

They are this way because they know themselves, their struggles and also they have no illusions on what they are capable of if they ever lose their way.  They know this about themselves and because of this, they are accepting of others, loving and compassionate when they fail or fall away.  They are in touch with reality and are not brittle when it comes to experiencing the fear, pain and darkness in others.  They stay with their group, their religion or ideology and seek to transform it from inside, instead of leaving and become angry and self righteous.  They can’t because they know themselves.

There are of course times when leaving a group is necessary, the problem is in knowing when it is right to do so, or not.  Each has to discern that on their own.

They have humility, a virtue that is often mocked and ridiculed, that is until they meet one of these people; which are more numerous than one would think.  I am still on the way and have not yet reached that place, perhaps I never will, but when I meet people like this it gives me hope and a deeper trust in God’s love for all of us.  We can be lights for another, instead of becoming nags.  My inner nag is still alive and kicking, but I have learned to no longer hate that part of me, it is a very young part, trying to make me believe in its immature rantings.  I have found loving that parts of me, more helpful than trying to repress it, or treat it as some kind of demon within my soul.  It is a wound, one that is healing…..perhaps we are all like that, slowly healing hopefully as we mature and move toward the event that will encapsulates our whole lives which is of course our death.

The more we know ourselves; to face our inner light and darkness without running away, the more we understand others as well…..this leads to mercy and love, for ourselves and others.  To know all, is to forgive all.  If we try to live the quote below, there will be little time to looking down and judging others…it is a hard struggle, at least for me and my failures to do deter me from my endeavor to grow in the love of God and others.

(13 Cor 4-13)

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears. 11 When I was a child, I talked like a child; I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me. 12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.


Monday, November 12, 2012




When you sing God laughs with joy
Tonight William was singing softly as we put him to bed.  Peaceful and happy this nice evening.  When he sings I like to say to him: 

"William when you sing God laughs with joy"

Sometimes when I say that this eyes open up amazed and he sings louder.  I think it is his way of praying now.  Sometimes he cries when he sings, almost a wail, at others, he laughs, then there are the days like tonight, when his singing is peaceful and simply lovely.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

A man selling homemade leather key chains



A man selling homemade leather key chains
 As I was returning home from my stay in the Bargetown area in Kentucky, I remembered that in Bowling Green they have a White Castle restaurant.  I lived my first ten years in St. Louis and so have a special affection for these hamburgers and as far as I can ascertain, there are no restaurants in Georgia.  So I pulled off to have my lunch.  As I was eating I noticed a man about my age coming into the restaurant.  He had on camouflage slacks and a grey sweater, so I thought he may be a veteran and went back to my meal.

As I was leaving and just getting into my car, I heard someone call out “Sir” twice.  So I turned and there was the same individual sitting by the entrance.  So I went over to see what he wanted.  He had some leather key chains in his hands, quite a few of them and home made from the look of them.  It was then I realized that he was most likely homeless.  I asked him what he wanted.  He wanted to know if I would mind buying some of the leather key chains. 
“Hi” I responded, my name is Mark, what is yours?  He replied “Martin”.  As we talked I discovered that he has been homeless for a long time.  I asked him about how he gets by in the cold and he responded that he was used to sleeping out in the winter and it did not bother him.   I was impressed at how neat he was. I guess that took time and discipline everyday to make him self presentable to others.   I gave him enough for four key chains and he thanked me profusely.  I stayed for a few minutes and asked if he goes to the VA.  He was in the military about the same time I was.  He was in from 66-70, while I was in 67-71.  He responded in the negative and went into a gentle rant about the VA and how they refused to take care of him.   Now I have been going to the VA for many years and while it is not a perfect organization, I know for a fact that those who work there treat everyone with gentle consideration…often in very stressful situations.  The more he talked the more I believed that he suffered from some kind of mental condition and just listened.  After a few more minutes I said I had to be going and wished him well.  He thanked me for buying four of his bracelets since the last two days he only sold two. 
Communication is difficult in the best of times and when someone has even a slight mental condition the process of trying to listen and to feel listened to, only gets more complicated.  Even in so called ‘normal’ people, those who are on different sides of the fence can seem ‘mental’ to the other side.  I have been called by some militant atheist crazy and mentally ill because of my faith.  To tell you the truth, when I hear some of them talk, I am sorry to say I often think the same about them.  Such is our human situation|. 
The veteran I talked to, if indeed he had some kind of mental condition, was intelligent enough to cover it up.  However it is in a prolonged conversation that the ability to communicate becomes more difficult.  I am sorry I did not have more time to converse with him; if I did perhaps my assessment of him would have changed.   What worries me is there so many like him on the street who don’t seek help because they may not want it.  He did have pride of appearance which says a lot about him I believe.  He did not seem be in any kind of addiction, which no doubt works in his favor.  I suppose I will never forget him, nor should I. 
People in the situation he is in did not plan it and one day that man could be me….life has lots of twist and turns that is for sure.  Quite a journey for most of us, so I think compassion is in order when we met others on the way. 

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Rowing the same boat



Rowing the same boat

My spiritual path is shown me by the cycles that I go through in my life.  Being a Christian, that will dictate certain avenues that I can travel and other routes that need to be avoided.  Failures and successes are equal, if the journey is continued and I don’t simply give up in frustration and despair; which is a form of self-hatred, after a significant set back on my journey towards God.

Each person has a unique path, yet also similar because of our shared humanity.  I have found that one way for me to deal with my own inner chaos and pain, is to understand that there are many who are going through the same thing I am experiencing.  In understanding this, I no longer feel “my terminal uniqueness”, no, I find that I belong to a large community of brothers and sister who like me, struggle, fall and get up again.   In this commonality, compassion and empathy arises and judgments cease to carry the power they once did.  Self knowledge that leads to self love also deepens ones respect, insight and love for others.

I am called to love of self.  I can’t truly love others until I learn this lesson.  When the darkness swoops down, and my own inner alienation is strongest, it is then that I refuse to believe that I am only ‘that’, but much more.  Our relationship with the Transcendent will slowly lead to healing; at least that is my experience.

So now when I pray, or mediate, there is always something to pray about, along with others who struggle the way I do….and when I meditate, I do so to become one in silence before God, with all who are rowing the same boat.

(Then he got into the boat and his disciples followed him. 24 Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. 25 The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!”26 He replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?” Then he got up and rebuked the winds and the waves, and it was completely calm.
27 The men were amazed and asked, “What kind of man is this? Even the winds and the waves obey him!)
(Matt 8: 23-27)