The sign outside the big church said “God Has a Plan for You. Come on Sunday and Hear What It is.”
I cannot tell you how utterly foreign that sounds to me. The very thought that someone over there can tell me what God wants me to do. The notion that God would decide what I should do all by himself. The concept that Power/God/Universe is somewhere out there and not in my own Heart. Simply unbelievable.
And yet I was raised to believe exactly that. It never made sense to me, and seemed suffused with fear, though the folks in church talked about love. Judgmental and terrifying was how it felt. Smiling with a whip in one’s hand.
I feel like I’m talking to All That Is every minute of every day. I take action when everything is congruent and on balance. We talk things over, listen to each other, co-create and play. When my brain takes charge, nothing feels quite right or works quite right. And everything is a lot more work. Balancing heart and head and belly – that’s the ticket.
But not the heart and head and belly of someone over there in the pulpit working his (mostly his) own agenda.
Let that person in the pulpit share his / her own process, talk about how spirituality works in her / his own heart. Others who want to listen can learn – and can also share. Let that community move forward together, let not one be above the others.
Always trust the messages from your own Heart, that powerful spirit within.