‘Bad’ or ‘Good’

Have you ever been on the receiving end of “maybe if we ignore her, she will go away?” Sometimes, it can even feel that way when posing a question to God.  (However, I usually give God the benefit of the doubt knowing that God’s voice is sometimes very very small.)  Have you ever looked back on nearly 62 years of life and thought, “What ?!?!”

Late last week, I wrestled with the realization that I have tried all of my life to be a good person…kind, sweet, patient, compassionate, respectful.  I have not always been successful but it was my goal…my intention…because I was raised to believe that I was a  bad person …naughty, dirty, nasty, and mean.  That was the default assumption of my parents (for whatever reason.)  If I looked pretty by the world’s standards, my father said I looked like a street walker…a slut.  If I had a friendship, my father assumed it was sexual.  If I purchased the wrong thing for my mother, she assumed it was because I hated her.  If my care-giving of an invalid sister didn’t work out, it must have been because I was having an affair with her husband.  If I were struck with a belt by an adult friend of the family, I must have been doing something wrong to deserve it.

This craziness extended well into…well, the present.  “No, I’m not going to look at your data compression routine because you’re not smart enough to write something that sophisticated.” “No, you don’t get to (whatever); You lack credibility.”  “This is not a family business; it is my business and you have no place in it.”  “No, Catherine, you can’t have what you want.”  “You have wanted out of this situation for a long time; are you sure you didn’t poison her by feeding her organic food?”

On and on.

The world’s response to me has been the polar opposite of what I have deserved.  I did not do anything wrong; it wasn’t my fault; I am not bad.  Unfortunately, I am not made of bronze like the little girl on Wall Street.

So this past weekend, I decided to stop trying to prove my parents (and siblings, and co-workers) wrong; I’m almost 62 years old. I let it go…and I let go.  I decided to sink down into my sinful nature, if that is in fact what I have.  Perhaps my parents had known the truth, that I had at some point been bought by the devil and I was purely bad..  So be it.  I am tired of the defense.

To prove my change of intention, I essentially withdrew from a Lenten course (which had brought up the subject of darkness).  I had been open and vulnerable in sharing my story and loving in response to others but because I don’t quite fit in, (essentially, I didn’t graduate from the right schools), I was being ignored by the leader.  So, I made one final comment and deleted all of the comments I had written since March 1st, not wanting anyone to be able to look back and see why I might have left.

Days later, no one seems to have noticed my absence.  I expect myself to be angry or resentful or bitter.  I have a reason to clutch and rail..to identify myself as a victim.  Yet, I do not.  I feel unappreciated but certainly not surprised.  (Have you ever felt stunned or appalled…yet not surprised?)

Then, yesterday, I killed a bird…a robin.  Actually, it flew into my car but that was my undoing.  I had to pull over out of traffic and I wailed.  (“Blessed little bird…I’m so sorry…I’m so sorry…”)  The crying released a whole lot of hurt…a lifetime of hurt.  I was wailing over my…albeit unwitting…participation in harm, my being a contributor to the pain in the world…in hurting an innocent created thing.   I was also crying for all of the small beings (people as well as birds) throughout the world and throughout time who are lost, alone, and beat up without deserving it.  I cried for children, as well as 61-year-old women, who feel tossed, misunderstood, wrongfully accused, neglected, and unprotected…people who haven’t a chance and have no way of knowing how to get a chance.

I assumed, as I cried, that darkness would take over me; that I would, from this point on, rage against the light and the dark alike…that I would inflict my wrath and indignation over injustice at every turn.  But…that didn’t happen, either.  When I envisioned facing my (possible) ‘dark owner,’ my response was “No.  My God can deliver me but if He does not, I will not worship you nor will I obey your commands…nor will I allow your precepts to influence my behavior.  So there.”

Yeah, I was a little angry.

But, then I was at peace.  I suppose my relatively new habit of releasing whatever and maintaining an open heart has been too well learned.  If, in fact, I have been sold to the devil, I have not been changed into one. I am still inherently kind, loving, and compassionate.  Go figure.

If God, for whatever reason, has allowed the dark side to have its way with me, apparently, I still have free will.  I exercise that free will and still chose to not go that route.  The eternal divine may be allowing me an either/or.  I choose Christ.

 

(I borrowed the image from the internet.  It belongs to CNN.)

Protect what is True

(repeated and expanded here from my comment to an article in Sojourners)

Those of us who hold fast to truth and Wisdom must also hold fast and protect what we know of God, love, and justice. With Shadrach, Meschah, and Abednego, we know that God can deliver us, but if He does not, we will not bow down nor worship anything else…including fear, hate, or discouragement.

It is my opinion that the best position (in addition to protecting and preserving what we know) is to rise up to take a God-perspective of our situation. ‘Bad’ things are sometimes necessary to bring about world-sized changes. There is much ‘good’ coming from this looming dark time: many people who would ordinarily be going about their business are putting more attention to their relationship with God. There is more praying, contemplating, and discussing.

This is a time to keep vigil. This is a time to bury the silver. This is a time to clarify and strengthen one’s own connection to God…and to do that with others.  These are dark times but also times of opportunity to focus on what truly matters.

I agree with Pope Francis; this is a change of era.  This is an era when seekers of God in truth can pray in silent unison while darkness builds around them.  Travelers on the paths of Wisdom, mindfulness, consciousness,… will find themselves walking alongside one another, humming the same tune, speaking the same language.  We see the same light.  We hold the same light.

Keep watch. Pray. Hold hands. Hunch up close to Jesus. Do not let the light die.