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As for [the seed]that fell among the thorns, these are the ones who hear; but as they go on their way, they are choked by the cares and riches and pleasures of life, and their fruit does not mature. (Luke 8:14)
More than ever I come to learn that one must live from within, daily reclaiming who you know yourself to be as a creature of Love’s presence, discovering anew the hunger to know and become the Love the heart desires beyond all else.
Even the hunger for
that Love is the Mystery, who is Love, present within, drawing us to know and
become the fullness which is the proper destiny of every human soul.
The seed is the word of
God, Jesus said, and it falls into various soils, every one of which is found
within us. Word should be capitalized,
of course, Word, Logos, Love incarnate.
The Word is the energy
of the divine Spirit active in all that is, moving everything toward wholeness,
to greater unity with others, with creation and with the mystery of Love who unceasingly
draws us beyond ourselves to touch and know more love, beauty, joy and wonder.
The seed is sown, but the
wounds of living, our anxieties and angers choke its growth, sometimes to the
point we wonder if it has died within us. But the seed remains, still bearing
the life of the One who is Love.
There is a strange horticulture
that governs the growth of this seed. You can exhaust your time and energy
hacking away at the weeds that get in its way, but this doesn’t help much because
the damn things keep growing back. Meanwhile, you are frustrated and exhausted.
Time is better spent in
places and with people among whom love and laugher naturally spring up to fill
your heart with gratitude for the world around you and the simple pleasure of being
alive for just that one moment.
The love that surges
within is, of course, the Love from whom we come and to whom we go, and that
Love is more effective with the weeds than our herbicides.
David L. Miller
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1 comment:
Thanks for these thoughts, Dave. There have been many times when I look out at the overgrowth of low lying shrubbery that dominates our woods and think how much better it might look if it were all cut out. Doing so would mean a commitment to keeping it that way so we have learned to embrace its imperfections. I know your reference was a simile but it made me think in the same terms.
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