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The pen is mightier t...: Tell me the way to go home. The pen is mightier than the sword but oh how terrible is that blade, swinging its threat across the doorway t...
Thursday, August 6, 2015
Tell me the way to go home.
The pen is mightier than the sword but oh how terrible is that blade, swinging its threat across the doorway to our tomorrows! In vulnerable haste we use our words, as children, to ward off the evil, to push away the monsters under the bed and replace them with bonkety-bonk pings and the happy notes of automated panoramas -- a safe fantasy world, replete with Disney's familiar songs. Where do so many of us go on vacation? Disney Land or Disney World. WHY?
The world is not safe and we want to go home. Home is happy. Home is a full belly and a future as big as the sky. Home is Mama and Daddy, ready to give agape love and exact righteous justice. Home is icecream and/or chicken soup when we are sick. and all the TV we can watch or games we can play, rolled up and tucked into our favorite blanket, right at our favorite spot. Home is all the time we want to climb trees, read books, shoot marbles, color our books, dance in the wind, share secrets with a friend.
Home is invulnerability: Home is childhood.
In fact, home is childhood even when our emotions take our memories and change the order of things. Not everybody had Ward Cleaver for a father or June for a mother, or the Brady Bunch mom, dad, and Alyce, or even Eddie's Father. Not everybody lived in Mayberry or on Walton's Mountain, and moving on, not everybody had The Cosbys or even Hannah Montana.
We all lay claim to them, though. Almost in the same breath we can exhale an excoriation of our parents and the outdated, barbaric way they raised us -- and before we have time to inhale, we can become teary eyed reminiscing over Christmases and Thanksgivings, or be doubled over in laughter, remembering that time that 'we' did this or that -- those years when we felt an integral part of the unit that itself was integral to our heart and to our very identity.
Such a oneness with our temporal creators can send adopted adult/children on lifelong journeys to find, to reach out and become a known part of the people with whom their actual DNA is shared. There are no perfect earthly parents, but whatever our circumstances we are wired to seek parental approval, to follow their patternings, etc until our own identities are formed enough to take on that mantle ourselves and become an anchor in our our unit, as mom or dad -- guarding and teaching, loving and nurturing our own children.
Some adults get stuck in the life passages of childhood. They deify their parents and do no growth on their own. Others ride the road to rebellion long after they have outgrown their teenage years and end up attacking authority in general. So many of our emotional aberrations come from not going smoothly through the developmental process of children in relationship to our parents. The severity of those 'hangups' goes all the way from minor annoyances to serious emotional problems. Both Freud and Jung went in circles around the edges in archetypal thought about parents and children, but neither one understood the true ancestry and the utter purity of the relationship.
Our longed for parental home, our wish fulfillment come true of Cinderella's righteous outcome, or of Peter Pan's inner struggle with childhood, is not really filled with animated images -- even those of the Lion King -- not unless that king is Aslan. Let us treasure our parents on this earth and know that one day --as true family-- we will be with them again in their home and ours in the land of light, in the land of no tears, in the land of the Lamb.
Then God said, "Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness;
The fulfillment of our deep ache and longing for childhood home, the exquisite agony of the artist, the drive to be number one, or even that problem between Cain and Abel as it had to do with sibling rivalry -- the spectrum of our driving forces across the board, stems from the need to reconnect with our source.
Our physical parents are our earthly stand-ins for the spiritual. Even when in earthly terms we probably have to change our memories a bit to make our childhood years and our own family's reality fit with our heart's desires, our common and instinctive need is to please our parents, to find righteousness, solace, and direction there, to find all abiding love and understanding... and on and on... Our childhood and our true home is glimpsed in Eden in Genesis and as adults in our Heaven Home in Revelation.
The monsters under the bed can be dispersed with the light of our Christ's love. Do we worry about the strength of the pen, of our words, not being as strong as the sword? Let us remember this: 'In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.' John 1:1 -- Are we still looking for the way to get to home? Try this: '5Thomas said to Him, "Lord, we do not know where You are going, how do we know the way?" 6Jesus said to him, "I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father but through Me.7"If you had known Me, you would have known My Father also; from now on you know Him, and have seen Him."…John 14:5-6
Between this world, that can be scary even to adults, and our safe haven in the next, how should we proceed? What has our Father left as our protection? Try this (there is even a sword of our own!) :
10In conclusion, be strong in the Lord [be empowered through your union with Him]; draw your strength from Him [that strength which His boundless might provides].
The pen is mightier than the sword but oh how terrible is that blade, swinging its threat across the doorway to our tomorrows! In vulnerable haste we use our words, as children, to ward off the evil, to push away the monsters under the bed and replace them with bonkety-bonk pings and the happy notes of automated panoramas -- a safe fantasy world, replete with Disney's familiar songs. Where do so many of us go on vacation? Disney Land or Disney World. WHY?
The world is not safe and we want to go home. Home is happy. Home is a full belly and a future as big as the sky. Home is Mama and Daddy, ready to give agape love and exact righteous justice. Home is icecream and/or chicken soup when we are sick. and all the TV we can watch or games we can play, rolled up and tucked into our favorite blanket, right at our favorite spot. Home is all the time we want to climb trees, read books, shoot marbles, color our books, dance in the wind, share secrets with a friend.
Home is invulnerability: Home is childhood.
In fact, home is childhood even when our emotions take our memories and change the order of things. Not everybody had Ward Cleaver for a father or June for a mother, or the Brady Bunch mom, dad, and Alyce, or even Eddie's Father. Not everybody lived in Mayberry or on Walton's Mountain, and moving on, not everybody had The Cosbys or even Hannah Montana.
We all lay claim to them, though. Almost in the same breath we can exhale an excoriation of our parents and the outdated, barbaric way they raised us -- and before we have time to inhale, we can become teary eyed reminiscing over Christmases and Thanksgivings, or be doubled over in laughter, remembering that time that 'we' did this or that -- those years when we felt an integral part of the unit that itself was integral to our heart and to our very identity.
Such a oneness with our temporal creators can send adopted adult/children on lifelong journeys to find, to reach out and become a known part of the people with whom their actual DNA is shared. There are no perfect earthly parents, but whatever our circumstances we are wired to seek parental approval, to follow their patternings, etc until our own identities are formed enough to take on that mantle ourselves and become an anchor in our our unit, as mom or dad -- guarding and teaching, loving and nurturing our own children.
Some adults get stuck in the life passages of childhood. They deify their parents and do no growth on their own. Others ride the road to rebellion long after they have outgrown their teenage years and end up attacking authority in general. So many of our emotional aberrations come from not going smoothly through the developmental process of children in relationship to our parents. The severity of those 'hangups' goes all the way from minor annoyances to serious emotional problems. Both Freud and Jung went in circles around the edges in archetypal thought about parents and children, but neither one understood the true ancestry and the utter purity of the relationship.
Our longed for parental home, our wish fulfillment come true of Cinderella's righteous outcome, or of Peter Pan's inner struggle with childhood, is not really filled with animated images -- even those of the Lion King -- not unless that king is Aslan. Let us treasure our parents on this earth and know that one day --as true family-- we will be with them again in their home and ours in the land of light, in the land of no tears, in the land of the Lamb.
Then God said, "Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness;
The fulfillment of our deep ache and longing for childhood home, the exquisite agony of the artist, the drive to be number one, or even that problem between Cain and Abel as it had to do with sibling rivalry -- the spectrum of our driving forces across the board, stems from the need to reconnect with our source.
Our physical parents are our earthly stand-ins for the spiritual. Even when in earthly terms we probably have to change our memories a bit to make our childhood years and our own family's reality fit with our heart's desires, our common and instinctive need is to please our parents, to find righteousness, solace, and direction there, to find all abiding love and understanding... and on and on... Our childhood and our true home is glimpsed in Eden in Genesis and as adults in our Heaven Home in Revelation.
The monsters under the bed can be dispersed with the light of our Christ's love. Do we worry about the strength of the pen, of our words, not being as strong as the sword? Let us remember this: 'In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.' John 1:1 -- Are we still looking for the way to get to home? Try this: '5Thomas said to Him, "Lord, we do not know where You are going, how do we know the way?" 6Jesus said to him, "I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father but through Me.7"If you had known Me, you would have known My Father also; from now on you know Him, and have seen Him."…John 14:5-6
Between this world, that can be scary even to adults, and our safe haven in the next, how should we proceed? What has our Father left as our protection? Try this (there is even a sword of our own!) :
10In conclusion, be strong in the Lord [be empowered through your union with Him]; draw your strength from Him [that strength which His boundless might provides].
11 Put on God’s whole armor [the armor of a heavy-armed soldier which God supplies], that you may be able successfully to stand up against [all] the strategies and the deceits of the devil.
12 For we are not wrestling with flesh and blood [contending only with physical opponents], but against the despotisms, against the powers, against [the master spirits who are] the world rulers of this present darkness, against the spirit forces of wickedness in the heavenly (supernatural) sphere.
13 Therefore put on God’s complete armor, that you may be able to resist and stand your ground on the evil day [of danger], and, having done all [the crisis demands], to stand [firmly in your place].
14 Stand therefore [hold your ground], having tightened the belt of truth around your loins and having put on the breastplate of integrity and of moral rectitude and right standing with God,
15 And having shod your feet in preparation [to face the enemy with the firm-footed stability, the promptness, and the readiness produced by the good news] of the Gospel of peace.
16 Lift up over all the [covering] shield of saving faith, upon which you can quench all the flaming missiles of the wicked [one].
17 And take the helmet of salvation and the sword that the Spirit wields, which is the Word of God.
18 Pray at all times (on every occasion, in every season) in the Spirit, with all [manner of] prayer and entreaty. To that end keep alert and watch with strong purpose and perseverance, interceding in behalf of all the saints (God’s consecrated people).
Ephesians 6:10-18
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