Skip to main content

Windows

Can you imagine if the strangers on the street walked around with an open window straight into their hearts? What if, as you passed a person on the street, you could see their lives flash before your eyes--all the hurt, the pain, all the confusion, as well as the triumphs, the love, the need? What if you could see their childhood, their upbringing, their mistakes, the things they have done right? What are they passionate about? What are they afraid of? What has scarred them, why are they guarded? How have they been hurt?

As soon as you glimpse the contents of a human heart, you glimpse the divine. To see inside is to experience an emotional EXPLOSION of love, compassion, respect, pity, desire to help. Would anyone hurt someone if they could see that person's life radiating, singing? 

We as human beings are largely a composite of everything that has ever happened to us. But we are ashamed of what we are, or we are afraid of what others will do to us, so we slap on this fake face to show the world. It is through looking through our fake eyes at the fake faces of others that we are able to do horrible things to each other. When we can learn to recognize these fake faces, these masks, for what they are--when we can remember there is a divine soul pulsing, throbbing, hoping, hurting, loving, aching beneath--that is when the wars and hurt will cease.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Wanderers in a Strange Land

"If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world." ~C.S. Lewis   Recently, it hit me in a totally new way, and has continued to do so, that we as human beings really are other-worldly creatures. We are not made for this world. We are wanderers in a strange land, poor wayfaring strangers here. We're equipped for this world, but it's not our natural habitat. What makes me think this? There are many things that have brought me to this conclusion. Let me list a few. Desires which nothing in this world can satisfy. There are so many of these, are there not? We hate goodbyes, whether that goodbye is temporary or long-term; we want to be with our friends and loved ones forever. We also want friendships that go so much deeper than is humanly possible. I don't know if I can describe this desire, but hopefully you've felt it and you know what I'm talking about. We want to...
8 comments
Read more

This is for You

My dear friend, I'm about to tell you something important, something true. Something I know from the bottom of my heart. it is not a painful truth, it's a happy, awesome one. It will make your life better when you know it, too.  But you are not going to believe me. You have self-conditioned to disbelieve what it is I am going to tell you. It's not that it would be painful to accept. It would, in fact, be wonderful. You don't accept it because you can't see it. But faith is believing in things we can't see. So I am asking you to suspend your disbelief for a minute and be willing to believe what I am about to tell you, because I KNOW it's true. And here it is. You... are beautiful. I'm serious. You have no idea. Girl, you're amazing! I know you can't see it in yourself, but even the most drop-dead, unbelievably beautiful people can't see it in themselves. And I'm telling you, you are so beautiful! Don't you dare disbelieve me! ;)...
5 comments
Read more

The Path

I feel like one of those characters at the end of an epic movie who finishes their quest in the exact same place as it started. The place looks the same, and so do other people, but they know they will never be the same. They cannot be.  The girl stands, looking up at the place where it all began, knowing she is not the same. She takes a deep breath. Runs her fingers through her hair. Sighs. But instead of end credits rolling, she turns around and realizes there's a path before her feet. It's foggy and twisty, but it's a path . She doesn't know where it goes. She takes one last look over her shoulder at all that she can see of her previous adventure. Then she turns and, without looking back, follows the path. She has no choice; she can't go back the way she came. So she goes forward, into the fog. She knows that somewhere along this path, someday, she will come to a place... and look up at it... and go inside... only to come out a different person. And she'll ...
6 comments
Read more