You know, I’ve made a point of staying away from pets since I had to put my cat down. I don’t mean to be acting like some victim or something, but I think it’s kinda’ ended up that way. Zane got to the point where she couldn’t eat without suffering, so I did what I felt had to be done. Although it was both necessary and humane, it was definitely one of the more difficult things I had to do. I guess I never really felt like that one was resolved.
As you may discern, some recent unfoldments have been drawing on lessons I’ve been in the habit of dismissing. In fact, it’s been pretty direct, so I’m continuing to reevaluate my motives.
Children, how hard is it for them that trust in riches to enter into the kingdom of God! (Mark 10:23)
That’s an excerpt from the bible revolving around the subject of inheriting “eternal life.” I’m guessing that some might initially be stuck on the instruction to give up worldly possessions, but this limitation is only associated with the interpretation of those possessions. Personally, I find the notion of ridding myself of “worldly possessions” of great and increasing appeal.
I don’t have anything on hand to reference here, but at the reader’s indulgence I’ll carry the drift of thought a little futher.
The common American concept of “possessions” is something that is not shared by all cultures. The few examples that readily come to mind include Buddhists, Aborigines and American Indians. (Hmmm,I recall a previous discussion about American Indians finding the white man’s concept of owning land completely alien,.)
Anyway, one step further: It has nothing to do with anything physical. An individual is not the sum of his or her physical possessions. Being locked in jail for twenty years doesn’t make a person a criminal any more than money makes one kind or loving.
So, it’s less about “possessions” and more about “baggage.” I wrap myself up in these “riches” and carry on the day, and then wonder why I feel unsettled and unfulfilled. Hell, I even get uncomfortable about being this honest
