Thanks, Seth. My early morning prayer vigil punctuates days that typically start with a shower, grooming, getting dressed then prayer. Somewhere in that sequence I’ll peruse what God has put on your heart. And its a hard and sometimes gentle prod to embrace the depths of Jesus–again. Prone to wander Lord I feel it.
Richard Rohr is a trusted bed side companion. He and his literary tribe of Manning, Moore, Nouwen and some of the Catholic father’s are always within arms reach. The Bible hovers like the caring den mother for a Boy Scout troupe.
So this morning after reading your post I found myself asking “How do we shed the false self and discover the true self?” That is the poignant question.
For me it is a list–I know you like them–something like this:
2. New spiritual friends who are a catalyst for change.
3. Deconstruction of “safe” social networks of “pretend.”
4. A spiritual appetite for the “comfortably uncomfortable.”
5. A “Rhema” word from the Living God.
6. Silence. Sacraments. Spiritual service of a low nature.
7. Repentance. Confession. Godly sorrow. Tears.
Far from cosmetic surgery the migration from the false to the real involves the dismembering of assumptions, the lancing of bubbling pus filled boils of bad thinking, the severing of the conjoined twins of walking in the word and walking in the world and bluntly– a total transfusion.
The process is most often–violent.
But like the cancer patient waking up after a long surgery in the bright room of “recovery” we hear the whisper of the Great Physician–“We got the tumor. It was taken out. You will be just fine”.
And so–we are.