With him.

Today’s reflection shared a story of a mother and her seven sons from the book of 2 Maccabees 7:1, 20-31. They were being tormented, tortured and murdered by Antiochus, one by one, one in front of the other, because they would not give themselves up to what he said they needed to be. Despite his vain offers of false glory, prestige, standing and power, to a person they deferred and accepted their end on earth so that they may live on in eternity.

I don’t think it is so much that I am looking for new meanings in things I hear or read. After spending much of my life headed in my direction, because I wanted to, of course because I am right and the rest of you can deal with it, let’s just say that my commanding, know it all inner Antiochus voice now has some truly loving company. Offering a more compelling way of living out my days.

When you hear things in that tone and tenor, it is like taking a deep breath, taking a step back, removing the “life vision goggles” and experiencing the moment as it truly is.

Wonderful.

That is, wonder-full.

The voice of Antiochus that had ruled my way of being and was intent on doing so for the rest of it has faded into the noise of the background. Another, that had been patiently waiting in the wings has resonated in my soul and spirit, in a symphony of love and understanding. It is that voice I now hear. One that has overcome the cacophony of selfishness, ego and self-righteousness.

So you can never really know when something totally life changing will occur. The latest one for me was today at about 7:29 AM, in the kitchen, watching the sun come up. With any luck, maybe there will be a return engagement later this morning, afternoon or tonight when the stars come out.

The Antiochus’ in your life may seem to be all powerful. But they consist of the things you really need not possess to fully live.

Tell him “no thank you”.

Embrace His voice.

Move towards life.

With Him.

And with Him.

“The greatness of the man’s power is the measure of his surrender.”

― William Booth

Being that William, an English Methodist preacher, along with his wife Catherine founded the Salvation Army, I would contend that “power” in this context  aligns in part with Merriam & Webster: “the ability to act or produce an effect; specifically : an ability that seems extraordinary or superhuman.” Think about what they together created and shared with the world.  

Yet I suspect that Mr. Booth and his wife were touched more by the power of the Holy Spirit, choosing to pursue  a godly life, embracing and enduring hardship, and performing selfless acts of service, wonder and love.  

That is the power that can only be discovered in surrender.  Full out. Though at first it may feel like all you can do is dip your toe in it, there is nothing but merit to be realized once you just jump in.  

If you think about it, more often than not, in a sense, you have already sunk.  There is not much of an existence to be had living on the bottom.  Being fully surrendered brings you up, back to the top, ready to be in the light and live as you were meant to live. 

Salvation as it were.  

Part of a loving army of men and women pursuing a godly life, embracing and enduring hardship and performing selfless acts of service, wonder and love. 

As an enlistment with the Booth’s cause.  

And with Him.

Surrendered

I think I have shared this revelation twice or thrice before, but throughout this ongoing process of reclamation, words and the timing thereof have taken on an entirely different contextual sense and assume an unexpected mass. 

Whether it be the things I read, the thoughts I hear, conversations shared or the unanticipated  moments alone, words of late have brought about a compellingly different way of being. Filters in place for ages are being amended or altered altogether.  Their resonance has taken on an entirely new timbre. 

Like this. 

“Surrender”.  

Not so much any more the verb  exclusively defining it as the act of giving up, accepting embarrassing defeat, losing. But rather, surrender as a patient, knowing and faith filled embrace that is determined to free oneself of control, rationalization and ego. Along with it, comes letting go of  fear, anxiety and the unknown.  Not to say in any sense that surrender is item #5 on your “to do” list, or what you have planned for the weekend now that the kids are away.  

Surrender is the centerpiece of metanoia.  A transformative change in body, heart, mind and soul. It can approach you from a variety of paths.  The realization that old habits are no longer affirming.  That occupation is more about consumption of time, effort and maintenance than true purpose.  And a sense that you diverged from being that man or woman you once thought you were. 

Las night, I then came across this one. 

“Surrendered.”  

As shared in a thought by Rick Warren, it isn’t an act but an outcome. Coming  across more so as a noun, something you choose to become, learn to know  and live by and as.  Though you may have acted to surrender before, the way he now employs it acts to  define not just  what and who you are. But how you got there.  

“You also know you’re surrendered when you don’t react to criticism and rush to defend yourself. Surrendered hearts show up best in relationships. You don’t edge others out, you don’t demand your rights, and you aren’t self-serving when you’re surrendered.”

Being held captive by the critics, external and internal, can become confining and isolating. You devolve into what they espouse you should be. A part of the herd.

When you make yourself first and foremost around others, then what is the point?  Assuming that throne does nothing to establish a nurturing, loving connection for anyone involved. How can they possibly wedge themselves into your protective ego-aura? 

His last sentence simply captures it all. 

One action, surrender, is what it takes so you can just “be”. 

Surrendered.

The hope of healing.

“Other people are going to find healing in your wounds. Your greatest life messages and your most effective ministry will come out of your deepest hurts.”
― Rick Warren


If you think of it, a healing process of this level has a great many stages, levels and appearances. In certain respects, we are all wounded in some way, shape or form. Moments with others that happen to intersect at various points along the path towards healing. The start. The middle. Close to the finish.

How Mr. Warren depicts this level of interaction lifts our wounds from being an acknowledged infirmity to an empowering affirmity. For both.

Affirming in the sense that you are able to genuinely convey your anguish to share an arduous, ongoing recuperative journey with another. Reinforcing their efforts in a continuous pursuit of recovery while confirming the impetus of your own.

The fact that you can help them and yourself in concert carries with it a sense of the divine. A true fellowship centered on openness, trust, humility and love. Love for them. And ultimately, for yourself.

It was St. Thomas of Assissi that once said, ““The deeds you do may be the only sermon some persons will hear today.” Though you may deliver one to help them mend, your sharing it provides the sustenance needed for your ongoing healing as well.

We all share one thing in common; the wounds of life.

So let us too share what enables us to live.

The hope of healing.

“In the manifold activities of life.”

“It is the paradox of life that the way to miss pleasure is to seek it first. The very first condition of lasting happiness is that a life should be full of purpose, aiming at something outside self. As a matter of experience, we find that true happiness comes in seeking other things, in the manifold activities of life, in the healthful outgoing of all human powers.”

– Hugh Black

Some thought provoking insights from a Scottish-American theologian, author dating back to the turn of the century.

Mr. Black implies that by seeking pleasure or happiness, a choice and action initiated from within, one will inevitably fail to obtain it. However, by .”..aiming at something outside of self”, he seems to posit that purpose acts to aggregate the collective opportunities to experience true happiness.

It isn’t so much some “thing” that appears, carrying with it a modicum of happiness. But rather that the cumulative effects of all of your outgoing human powers collaborate to gather it in, in all forms, enveloping you within a greater sense of life.

Being that it is not an entity to be taken in unto itself, but rather allowing its presence surround you, permeating all you are.

“In the manifold activities of life.”