Your “genius” – your unique contribution to the progress of the Kingdom of the Soul – comes from the wounds you have received. Look at your wounds as gifts from God and learn from them.
“I am an old man and have known a great many troubles, but most of them have never happened.” – Mark Twain
Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. (John 15:13)
But there is a greater love – to lay down one’s life for an enemy or for a stranger.
My Fall – the start of the disintegration of my soul – started at birth when I started learning to wear masks because others told me that parts of myself were not acceptable. And I believed it.
My purpose in life is to reintegrate. To, as Jung suggests, discover and make peace with those parts of my soul that I have come to believe are unacceptable and unlovable.
Our Secretary of State recently identified the U.S. as the biggest contributor to the problem of drug trafficking from Mexico: but for the high demand for drugs here, there would be no trafficking from there (see, e.g., http://www.cnn.com/2017/05/18/politics/tillerson-mexico-drug-trade/).
But the solution that’s once again being run up the flagpole — better-educating the public on the evils of drug use and addiction — misses the mark. When will we finally look at the underlying stress, malaise, anxiety and profound hopelessness that grips our nation — the things that cause people to turn to drugs and suicide. People are looking to escape from a culture that fails to offer any existential meaning to their lives. Meaninglessness is the elephant in the room. Sacrificing meaningful personal relationships in order to work like slaves so that we can buy more meaningless stuff; spending the vast majority of every day plugged into electronic devices — this is the stuff of insanity. When in hell, why not use drugs?
A man was driving from San Francisco to Los Angeles when he was car-jacked by robbers. They stole his car, his wallet, his cell phone, stripped him of his clothes, beat him and drove away, leaving him half dead.
A Christian minister happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he continued driving. So too, a deacon from the church, when he came to the place on the freeway and saw him, continued driving.
But a Muslim, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, took pity on him. He pulled off the freeway, took the first aid kit from his car and went to help, bandaging the injured man’s wounds. Then he put the man in his own car, brought him to a hospital and arranged for his care. Before he left, he contacted the man’s family and paid his medical bill. “Thank you for helping him,” the man said to the hospital staff. “Here is my name and phone number. Please contact me if the man needs any further care and I will pay for it.”
Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of the car-jackers?