I sat looking at him feeling nothing but annoyed. He was getting on my last nerve and everything about him seemed to be just wrong. “Help me,” was my simple prayer in the moment.
Months before I had started having deeply profound spiritual experiences and all I wanted was to better understand what I was experiencing and to have them all the time. I suspected the seething annoyance bordering on hatred I was feeling wasn’t the way to do this.
“I never asked you love him,” the Voice that had become so clear and unmistakable answered my prayer.
“What!” I piped back. “I thought this was all about love! I thought I was supposed to love everyone!”
As usual, the Voice patiently waited for me to calm down and then I saw it: Imagine everyone you meet is behind a dark glass. On the dark glass is the picture of how they appear to be; sometimes this picture doesn’t appear to be very lovable. There’s a quiet knock, almost too quiet to hear with the clamoring sounds of our own judgements about what we see on the glass, but always there. Knock…knock…knock.
“Please! Please! Don’t believe the image on the glass,” are the quiet pleas from behind every dark glass. “This image isn’t what I really am. Please see me! Please look beyond the glass and see me! Please see me and set us both free.”
What others appear to be on that glass can indeed be difficult to love sometimes but when we pause, “Help me to see beyond what appears to be this person,” we will not have to TRY to love or be more loving. (But we might have to try to stop a flood of tears at the inexplicable beauty we behold.) What we see is that we not only release another as the glass breaks to the ground…we find our own freedom.
Knock…knock.
How profound! Love
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Happy Birthday Dad!!!!
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