There is a style of life that is aggressive, taking and conquering and always advancing and planting the flag of one’s own orienting Structure…the beam of one’s being, the beacon of your way of meaning, whatever it might be. Many find what looks like success with this style. Many who are humanist, atheist, positivist, even Christian.
But I find this to be a style that when it is all said and done is still oriented with humanity at the center, at the pivot point, at the crux.
Is that a sufficient foundation? Can it hold, neath the stress and strain and weight of all existence?
There is a style that is passive, one that embodies the heartfelt axiom that all is fated beforehand, and beyond influence or control, and thus one must surrender and simply allow the waves to wash and crash and carry wherever they have whim or are driven by other forces impersonal and random. And I find this style to still be at its core one with humanity at its center, for if it is true, why even say it? It is spoken with the notion that its articulation will help others…but help them…why? To what? If all is ordained already, it is moot whether you help or not help, and thus vanity.
Humanity itself is a declaration of meaning!
So there is a 3rd way, the way of Yielding. This is one that has at its core a white hot passion and confidence, no…a KNOWING that there is meaning, there is pulsing and throbbing like a quasar a Heart that is the Signifier from which all things are signified! In this way is the understanding that this Heart is able, is willing, and is active to constantly work to show forth Beauty, Truth, and Mercy. To do other than to make an active choice to yield is to inhibit the actions of this Signifier.
It…the source of all water.
We…the faucet, and we may or may not be tapped in depending on our choice of faith (yes, you all, everyone, have made faith choices).
Our will the spigot, cranked by the choice to yield or not, either open or closed.
Not my will, but yours be done is a statement of a way of life. One simultaneously so easy and so difficult in that simplicity. And yet, in that yielding is an austere mountain to conquer, and that mountain is the notion that we somehow can do something in and of ourselves and our own innate strength that has more significance and permanence than merely adding to history’s catalogue of vanities.
In stating my life mission, I invite you to participate in the simplicity of its towering Glory and yawning Depths of Grace.
Yielded vessel, Yielding Blessing.
Not that I have obtained it, but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind, I press on towards that upward calling of The Hope of Glory in the Father of Lights.
Won’t you join me?