Real Love
“If
you've ever really loved anybody, then you know what true love means.
It means you love them more than you love yourself. If you truly love
someone, your love sees past their humanness. It embraces their whole
being, including past wrongs and current shortcomings. It is like the
unconditional love of a mother...What if that is how God looks upon
[God's] creation.”
Michael J.
Singer (The Untethered Soul)
The last chapter in
Michael J. Singer's book, The Untethered Soul, is “The
Loving Eyes of God.” It chronicles the exact nature of the
love of God i. It is beyond all conditions, beyond exclusions,
beyond categories of human religions. It does not see the sins, or
the crimes, or the difficult behaviors. The love of the Creator for
creation is simply overflowing and limitless. That's hard for us to
wrap our heads around. At least, it is for me. It means that no matter how
badly you behave here on earth, the source of love is unchanged. It
can be only love. And, that love is equal for all of creation. The very idea of that equality gives
us pause, doesn't it? We would like to be the returning Prodigal Son, and
not the jealous brother.
I went to a funeral on
Saturday. The homily was based on Psalm 23. The minister extracted
each verse and related its words to some event in the New Testament gospels. For each and every verse, “He leads me beside the
still water...makes me lie down in green pastures...restores my
soul...” he listed the condition that only those who believe in
Jesus will be counted among the loved and saved, as though the very
source of love could be commandeered by one religion to the exclusion
of all others. That notion just makes me sad, because it is using the single Creative Power of the universe to divide, categorize and separate.
And, it's done so that some of us can feel special, chosen, and better than others. I don't believe God's love works that way.
Coming together as a
species requires that we stop teaching our children this limited view
of Love. It requires that we open our hearts in the same way the
father of the Prodigal Son welcomed home his wayward boy. Without
condition.
In the Spirit,
Jane
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