IT’S A GREAT DAY – Ilia Delio

We must consciously evolve; we must orient our being toward new life and growth because the unity that we really are, the deep connective tissue of oneness, will not let us rest with separateness. Ilia Delio

(Ilia Delio is a Franciscan Sister of Washington, DC, and American theologian specializing in the area of science and religion, with interests in evolution, physics, and neuroscience and the import of these for theology. Ilia Delio)

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We cannot allow the insanity in the world to alter our destiny, our inherent design.  Ancient literature reinforces the truth that we are made in miraculous fashion following the pattern of the Maker.  We are the image of that very same energy which permeates every being, every creature, every organism on earth.  We are cosmic, we are universal, we are filled with the same intentional love and compassion that originally designed mankind in the beginning.  We are one with the One.

Wake up this morning to those fantastic truths.  Don’t deny your heritage.  Don’t slight your innate divinity.  Grab this new day with gusto and live as if you are loved more than anything on this earth.  Love yourself unconditionally and magnificently.  Look into your reflection and repeat the words, “I am worthy, I am wonderful, I am deserving of the best life imaginable.”

And then, go do it.  Make today the beginning of a new you, one never imagined before in your wildest dreams.  Chase after your dream and claim it for yourself.  Nobody can stop you unless you give them the power to do so.  Don’t squander what God has instilled in you.  In this mystery of earthly existence, the ignorance of the world will challenge your peace of mind, your integrity of soul, and your resolve to rise above the insanity.  But you have the power to say, “No!  I will not accept this in my life.  Stop!”

We will pass through valleys of darkness which we do not understand.  Hatred, intolerance, unfathomable violence will stand before us in attempts to make us doubt our heritage and destiny, that we are not very special at all.  It’s a lie.  It is not the pattern by which we were eternally designed.

We must fix our eyes on the future, on forging new relationships of love that include the earth, all peoples, all religions, all planets and all galaxies. Ilia Delio

This new day has your name on it.  Claim it and make it yours.  Love yourself in all your activity, accept yourself as perfect in this moment, know without doubt that the eyes in the mirror are filled to capacity with insight.  Trust that you will create a great day, that wonderful things will fill your day, that you will infect others with joy and peace.  It is going to be a blockbuster day.smiley 3

 

IT’S A GREAT DAY! – violence & hatred

Open your hearts and minds to the spectacular day which has been designed just for you.  Stretch, breathe, smile, say, “Thank you.”

cropped-p10100031.jpgDon’t check the phone for messages.  Don’t turn on the noise from the multiple media sources.  Don’t read the front page headlines.  Don’t do any of those things until you have spent the beginning hours of this new day processing the beauty of life, the wonder of  earth, the amazing complexity of mankind’s mind, the indescribable energy behind every function, every organism, and every creature of earth.  Just don’t!  Stop the monkey brain thoughts that clutter up this morning’s spectacular appearance over the horizon.  Look at that sun creeping into the eastern sky.  Be fascinated by its timely routine each and every day of this existence.  Soak it in!

If that sun could talk, what would it say about mankind?  What would it tell about the recent violence in New Zealand?  Would it take sides, find blame?  No, of course not.  The sun cannot do that because it is merely the sun.  Powerful and brilliant, yet unable to alter its course or its purpose.  It shines upon and warms all of humanity regardless of race and creed.  The sun has no choice but to do what it was put in the heavens to do.

You are more powerful than the sun, the stars, the oceans because you can choose what you will do today, where you will go, when you will eat, whom you will speak to.  On this day, in this moment, you can choose thoughts that nourish your inner strength or thoughts that defeat your indwelling peace.  You can align with rhetoric which speaks your kindness through truth or rhetoric which exposes your inner demons.  You can choose actions which honor a Higher Presence or actions which debase the soul.  You can do all this because you have the power of choice.

When you accept your one-way ticket into eternity, life will change.  The love and compassion you accept for yourself will also be freely available to others through you.  There will be no room for hatred and intolerance because a freed heart cannot harbor bigotry.  The demons which drove the mass murderers in New Zealand, Pittsburgh, Orlando, Paris or London will be unable to exist in the presence of a heart filled with understanding and love.  It is your choice today to be whom you want to be.

This power of choice is life’s golden ticket.  Today, in this moment, whom you will be is one of your choices.  Look at that reflection in the mirror, gaze into those beautiful eyes and tell yourself, “You are worthy.  You are loved.  You are a child of immense significance with infinite potential.  I love you.”

Decide today to love yourself more than any other creature can possibly love you.  You will not be disappointed or betrayed.  Greet the morning sky with outstretched hands facing upward to receive the blessings of a new day.  It will be a great day!

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more informed, less sane

worry does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow, it empties today of its strength – corrie ten boom

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Larry, a blogging buddy over at JUST DRIVE WILL YOU, commented on my recent post ME WORRY? NEVER  –

“I definitely think most of us are more informed and less sane these days.”

Can any of you contradict that observation?  During the Vietnam War we who viewed the carnage happening in the jungles and rice paddies were more informed than our parents who had lived through the second World War.  Radio and newspapers kept them informed as best they could, but it was the images on the screen that turned us during the 1960s into well-informed people.  The war scenes, the protests in the streets of Chicago and other major cities, the police brutality at the Democratic National Convention, the haunting picture of a 9 year-old Vietnamese girl burned by napalm running naked down the street…..these truths reported and televised made us better informed people.

As today, our nation then was a divided people.  But the stories and images which we digested forced us to change our minds and condemn what was happening overseas, led us as voters to direct our government that enough was enough, we would no longer tolerate that war.  And it was the information presented to us on television screens that brought about a disengagement with Vietnam.

We did not have 24/7 news coverage, we did not have a conservative network or a liberal network.  CNN, Fox, MSNBC were not on the air pumping their narrative into our brains every minute of every day.  But the coverage we did watch was truthful news reporting by a trusted team of dedicated journalists.  We had Walter Cronkite visiting with us every night at supper time, telling us what was happening in the world and we trusted him almost as much as we trusted God, maybe more so.

So why would Larry from JUST DRIVE WILL YOU believe that we are more informed as a people but less sane?  I think all of us agree that the information available at any given moment today exceeds anything the Vietnam War generation could ever imagine.  The internet puts all that information just a click away.  And we, being the curious creatures and conscientious citizens that we are, want to absorb as much as we can.  Stories from far away places are now available in seconds.  We absorb and process, absorb and process, absorb and process until we reach a plateau called overload.  Symptoms of overload can be anxiety, lack of focus, frustration, impatience, and depression.  Yep, we are headed to a condition of being “less sane”, are we not?

Overload leads to burnout.  Burnout is an emotional state in which you and I can no longer conduct our lives rationally or effectively.   We try to function as always, try to maintain an appearance of being in control, but inside our churning gut the world is topsy-turvy and  ready at any moment to crash.  Many of us do crash.  We become less sane than we were yesterday.  Granted, we know everything happening in the world, we know what politician called whom a slut, we know what preacher says it’s OK to kill in the name of God, we know the price of gold and silver, we know what the stock market did today.  But, we no longer know peace.  That’s one helluva price to pay to be more informed, don’t you think?

I speak with authority because I have been there.  I can still go there if I am not selective in what I watch on TV, what I allow into my brain.  The bottom line is the fact that, in my human condition, I want to control as much of my world as possible.  I want every ethnicity to be accepted, every creed to be honored, every lifestyle to be tolerated.  But, the world doesn’t always agree with me and I can only change my world by being an example of what I believe is right.  And I don’t need CNN, MSNBC, Fox News, Reuters, NBC, or any other news media service to tell me what is right.  My gut tells me that.  Some folks call it conscience, some Spirit. Trust your Spirit.  It is never wrong.

 

SELMA – 1965

 

America gave him a federal holiday in 1983.  Not all states complied; many objected.  Why should a “white” nation recognize a black rabble-rouser and trouble maker?  A few raised questions regarding Dr. King’s moral character in order to discredit the work he had done for the advancement of the civil rights of black people.  But, with the federal government’s mandates regarding civil rights, justice and equality, strident racism within American society appeared to be a relic of the by-gone days when signs at drinking fountains and lunch counters told black people they were not good enough or American enough to share those same facilities.  We white people probably felt that we had somehow been miraculously cleansed of the centuries of hatred and intolerance leveled on other citizens who just happened to be a varying, darker shade of our skins.  Yeah, the government gave them a holiday, that ought to keep them quiet for a while, we’re cool.

Guess what folks?  Those issues which were a festering sore on our collective, white American soul are back in full force.  It’s as if we learned nothing from the horrors of slavery, the Jim Crow laws, the voting obstruction, the job and housing discrimination, the burning crosses, the hooded cowards raising havoc with people of color, Jews, Catholics, gays, Muslims, i.e. anybody who does not have a white, European, Christian pedigree.

My  initial writing for this post, briefly detailing the lives of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and U.S. Representative John Lewis of Georgia, failed to  convey the anger and disgust which is building inside me today.  The words which I wrote were yada-yada-yada achievement reporting from Wikipedia that somehow seemed to be sanitizing the blood, sweat, and tears of thousands of protesters, marchers, and victims of American intolerance and injustice.  They gave their souls, minds and lives to a cause which should never be summed up in a few accolades for a job well done or a holiday once a year with parades and linen sales at the local WalMart.  Those civil rights warriors deserve much, much more from us.

And we see some groups celebrating today as a day of service, a time of being kind to others.  I like that.  I think MLK, Jr. and Rosa Parks would approve.  Maybe we could also take a few minutes to hear Dr. King’s speeches, the incredible urgings to non-violent action, the famous “I’ve been to the mountaintop”, and Bobby Kennedy’s announcement in Indianapolis to his mostly black crowd that their leader had been murdered in Memphis.  Yes, that seems to be the least we can do in remembrance.  It’s all on YouTube.

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The movie SELMA is a 2014 production which is the true story of the tumultuous 3 month period in 1965, when Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr led a dangerous campaign to secure equal voting rights in the face of violent opposition.  The epic march from Selma to Montgomery culminated in President Johnson signing the Voting Rights Act of 1965.

 

One day when the glory comes
It will be ours, it will be ours
Oh one day when the war is won
We will be sure, we will be sure
Oh glory (Glory, glory)
Oh (Glory, glory)

Hands to the Heavens, no man, no weapon
Formed against, yes glory is destined
Every day women and men become legends
Sins that go against our skin become blessings
The movement is a rhythm to us
Freedom is like religion to us
Justice is juxtapositionin’ us
Justice for all just ain’t specific enough
One son died, his spirit is revisitin’ us
Truant livin’ livin’ in us, resistance is us
That’s why Rosa sat on the bus
That’s why we walk through Ferguson with our hands up
When it go down we woman and man up
They say, “Stay down”, and we stand up
Shots, we on the ground, the camera panned up
King pointed to the mountain top and we ran up

One day when the glory comes
It will be ours, it will be ours
Oh one day when the war is won
We will be sure, we will be sure
Oh glory (Glory, glory)
Oh (Glory, glory)

Now the war is not over, victory isn’t won
And we’ll fight on to the finish, then when it’s all done
We’ll cry glory, oh glory (Glory, glory)
Oh (Glory, glory)
We’ll cry glory, oh glory (Glory, glory)
Oh (Glory, glory)

Selma’s now for every man, woman and child
Even Jesus got his crown in front of a crowd
They marched with the torch, we gon’ run with it now
Never look back, we done gone hundreds of miles
From dark roads he rose, to become a hero
Facin’ the league of justice, his power was the people
Enemy is lethal, a king became regal
Saw the face of Jim Crow under a bald eagle
The biggest weapon is to stay peaceful
We sing, our music is the cuts that we bleed through
Somewhere in the dream we had an epiphany
Now we right the wrongs in history
No one can win the war individually
It takes the wisdom of the elders and young people’s energy
Welcome to the story we call victory
The comin’ of the Lord, my eyes have seen the glory

One day when the glory comes
It will be ours, it will be ours
Oh one day when the war is won
We will be sure, we will be sure
Oh glory (Glory, glory)
Oh (Glory, glory)
Oh glory (Glory, glory)
Hey (Glory, glory)

When the war is won, when it’s all said and done
We’ll cry glory (Glory, glory)
Oh (Glory, glory)

Songwriters: CHE SMITH,JOHN LEGEND,LONNIE LYNN
© Universal Music Publishing Group,BMG Rights Management
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: LyricFind

he freed a lot of people

Drugs, sex, rock and roll.  We drank with abandon and we loved our music.  Our heroes were John F. Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Jr., and Bobby Kennedy.  They represented what my generation agreed was the future of our country.  And within a span of 5 years, they were gone.  Assassinated by hatred and racism.  Murdered by those who would not accept change.  We rebelled, some marched, others protested and I….I dropped out.  But the music played on.  The message could not be silenced.  

He freed a lot of people but it seems the good, they die young.  You know I just looked around and he’s gone.

Didn’t you love the things they stood for?  Didn’t they try to find some good for you and me?

Anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?  Can you tell me where he’s gone?  I thought I saw him walking up over the hill with Abraham, Martin and John.

Abraham, Martin and John

Anybody here seen my old friend Abraham?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
He freed a lot of people but it seems the good, they die young
You know I just looked around and he’s gone

Anybody here seen my old friend John?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
He freed a lot of people but it seems the good, they die young
I just looked around and he’s gone

Anybody here seen my old friend Martin?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
He freed a lot of people but it seems the good, they die young
I just looked around and he’s gone

Didn’t you love the things that they stood for?
Didn’t they try to find some good for you and me?
And we’ll be free
Someday soon, it’s gonna be one day

Anybody here seen my old friend Bobby?
Can you tell me where he’s gone?
I thought I saw him walkin’ up over the hill
With Abraham, Martin and John

Songwriters: RICHARD HOLLER
© STONEHENGE MUSIC
For non-commercial use only.
Data from: LyricFind

I HAVE A DREAM

Just another traveler on life’s highway hanging out in the slow lane.  It’s quiet.  It’s peaceful.  Beyond the horizon is rest calling my name.  Green pastures, still waters, my cup is overflowing.

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“Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low: and the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough places plain.  And the glory of God shall be revealed, 

and all flesh shall see it together:

for the mouth of the Lord hath spoken it.”  Isaiah 40:4-5
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