Along 礼品之路 (The Way of the Gift) we receive completeness.
There is no judgement.
There is no us & them.
No condemning anyone to any terrible place.
For any reason.
There is including.
There is bringing together.
There is only we.
It is finished (s)He says, as the Son of God, on a cross, on Calvary, in a moment in time, which affects every moment in every time, since the beginning of time, as time folds in on itself, redeemed, while being redeemed.
It is complete.
Not almost complete.
Not almost finished.
Completely completed, if you could use such an expression.
I find myself looking for new words. Different words to talk about God. For the words which have been used, have been contaminated. Filled with meaning I do not see, or hope to express.
Take repent for example. It has become a whip of the Christian vocabulary.
A whip with which Christians beat the many who are ‘outside’ their circle, in the hope that the fear would be so great, that ordinary people, already filled with fear, would cringe to such an extent, that they would submit.
Fear drives us.
Fear of unknown.
Fear of insignificance.
Fear of not being able to fend off the big bad wolf huffing & puffing at our door.
(We certainly do not need more fear)
I believe ‘repent’ was intended to be an invitation.
In the completeness of a Being.
In the completeness of at-one-ment.
Once you choose a worldview in which you exclude, it is a short jump from excluding harlots & whores to excluding Surfers, Skateboarders & Musicians, Artists, Vegetarians & Occupiers.
If we choose to live from those outside & those inside, it is a quick short step, to excluding Activists, Adicts & Fornicators.
And those who are just like me.
‘Me’ becoming the ‘standard’ by which acceptance & acceptability is measured.
This is a ‘way of fear’.
Rooted in being afraid.
I am not filled with fear about a ‘hell’.
I am concerned about a meaningful life.
A happy one.
Most people are.
Most of us do what we do, choose what we choose, in the hope that we would find this.
A happy life.
Even the megalomaniac president waging war, does so hoping that somehow in doing something which cannot be ignored, happiness would find him.
But it does not.
And we live.
And we judge.
And we exclude.
And we hope.
Until we see our incompleteness is also an invitation.
Sight itself a gift.
A gift and invitation to be connected again to (s)He to whom we have been connected all along.
And so I hope you’ll see our need to see.
And be what you are, in our Origin.
Our Sourceror’s completeness.
Along everyone else.
Even if they do not know.
And so I hope yoi’ll be our need to be.
Complete as well.
For where there is love, there is no fear.
Of any kind.
In itself, love, completely complete.
And maybe you won’t ‘get’ this, my words too clumsy to explain the inexplicable.
And maybe you will, even my clumsy words not so clumsy, as they are complete in our Creator’s completeness.
For our sake.
That perhaps our disbelief.
That completeness could be ours?