I finally reached the point of loving my life and liking who I am, and now I am called to give that in sacrifice?
It’s time to let go…yet again.
They are to procure a small year-old lamb for each household. They are to keep it for four days…just long enough time for the children to bond with it and for all to see its loveliness…and then ‘slaughter it during the evening twilight’! Then they are to take its blood and sprinkle it on the doorpost of the houses. That night they are to eat it in highly ritualized fashion, recalling their departure from Egypt and their protection by God along the way.
When a subatomic particle drops from a ‘higher’ orbit (one, by the way, that is farther from the center) to a ‘lower’ orbit (closer to the center), it releases energy in the form of light. The total elimination of a particle must release all of its energy as light.
We gradually get closer to what really has to be sacrificed…our own beloved ego…as protected and beloved as a little household lamb.
All things must die in order to truly live.
Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.
Not my will but Thine be done…
It is always our beloved passing self that has to be let go of. Jesus surely had a dozen good reasons why he should not have to die so young, so unsuccessful at that point, and the Son of God besides!
Love is the fragrance released by the forgiving violet crushed under foot.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine…
Make your light shine, so others will see the good you do and will praise your Father in heaven.
But if you have never lived…
…and the point is to live everything.
The more we become…the more we gain and accomplish in life, the more optimistic, insightful, astute and skilled, the more creative…the greater the amount of divine love we release into the world when we let it all go.
It requires the consumption of energy for a subatomic particle to move away from the center to a higher orbit.
Rise up, O men of God!
Have done with lesser things.
Give heart and mind and soul and strength
To serve the King of kings.
Our job is to gather up as much unproductive, ineffective, and even destructive waste in the world, rework it into something creative and shining, and then release it all as something good…like hope…like love.
Man, just think of me as a spiritual transmogrifier, gathering up dirt and debris like a friggin vacuum cleaner, sucking it all up, ingesting it to strengthen my knowledge base, converting it into…well, good stuff, and then releasing it into the world in words and actions. From shit to light…that’s what I do; that’s what I’m about.
How far can you take kenosis? How far can you empty yourself? Do you draw back when finally you’re up against that threshold of your most primitive fight-or-flight instincts, or do you go through?
Not my will but Thine be done.