Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Mythical Reality

"I am concerned with a certain way of looking at life, which was created in me by fairy tales, but this has since been ratified by the mere facts."

Life as we know it has a way of infecting and affecting us much like the din of the white noise that surrounds us everywhere we go. This inner erosion is washing away the ability to not loose heart, and no matter what we do to try to prevent this inevitable heart stopping malady more often than not, we end up looking much like fish out of water lying, thrashing on the beach, waiting to soon expire.
But what if there was a way of escape, not from the din of everyday living or any of the subliminal erosions, but right there where you and I live?

Is it possible to lot loose heart, yes, but how? I believe that is the cry so many are faintly beginning to hear, its connected to a prayer lifted up the Father so very long ago;” I couldn't stop thanking God for you—every time I prayed, I'd think of you and give thanks. But I do more than thank. I ask—ask the God of our Master, Jesus Christ, the God of glory—to make you intelligent and discerning in knowing him personally, your eyes focused and clear, so that you can see exactly what it is he is calling you to do, grasp the immensity of this glorious way of life he has for his followers, oh, the utter extravagance of his work in us who trust him—endless energy, boundless strength!”

Why is it that Jesus who only lived for 33 years and only actually had 3 of them to publicly share with us, resort to “myth and metaphor’ (story-parable) telling?

Is it possible that he knew that any and all of their religious and intellectual ability was insufficient in freeing our hearts? The wisest and most brilliant man in the world resorting to story telling, oh my God, couldn’t you have done a bit better than this?

So much of what is called the good news and received is mostly acknowledged as proposition, for the most part, mere facts that have lodged somewhere in our brains while leaving our heats untouched; the foolishness of Jesus using stories, offending our intellectual prowess in order to free our imprisoned hearts.

Myth and metaphor do not work well with us rationalists; we crave the “factual” and measurable ways of seeing and dealing with life.

The use of the word “myth” is not an attempt of trying to warm up to Greek mythology, but is in fact more of a means via a story that brings us a glimpse of the eternal or what awakens our heart to the deep truths of life.

The language of myth and metaphor has been my daily bread now for many years, my heart yearns and longs to be fully awakened, even so Lord plant your deep and passionate kisses upon my sleeping lips.


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