
Well, looking at this picture, I think that the metaphor for it is quite obvious...
But as I finished off reading "Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert, I somehow saw it. In the closing few pages, she talked about a time when she went to this island by herself for 10 days, so that she could come to terms with the hurt, the pain and the negative thoughts that had been plaguing here. On one night, she did this: She meditated for 4 to 6 hours, and in that meditation process, she went through three phases of confrontating her mind: all the hurt, all the anger, all the shame, and through it all, she let them come, and then accepted them into her heart.
Yes. The heart. The heart, where she ends off with, and I quote:
"When all this was finished, I was empty. Nothing was fighting in my mind anymore. I looked into my heart, at my own goodness, and even after having taken in and tended to all those calamitous urchins of sorrow and anger and shame; my heart could easily have received and forgiven even more. Its love was infinite.
I knew then that this is how God loves us all and receives us all, and that there is no such thing in this universe as hell, except maybe in our own terrified minds. Because if even one broken and limited human being could experience even one such episode of absolute forgiveness and acceptance of her own self, then imagine- just imagine!- what God, in all His eternal compassion, can forgive and accept."
And I was like "Yes!" because I think it's so very true. The forgiveness, grace and compassion of our Lord is so great and mighty, that truth be told, many a time, we belittle God's forgiving grace because we wonder if we ourselves are even worthy of being forgiven. That being said, we need to balance it out well also with knowing that we shouldn't take for granted that forgiveness.
But then, what about the outward actions of the heart? I started reading Max Lucado's "Cure for the Common Life", and came to remember one simple truth: All of us are created uniquely and all of us have what Max calls a sweet spot: A gift, an area, a niche, where we were uniquely created to excel in.
And God prompted me to think... do I know the niches of the people under me? Am I helping them to grow and be better in all areas, specifically in their area of expertise? Or am I simply just doing what I think is best for them, and moving in what has been declared as common place? And that really got me thinking...
One thing is for certain. We all have dreams. And most of the time, our dreams are related to our strengths... and then the question comes. What are we, as brothers and sisters, doing to help our fellow brothers and sisters in achieving their dreams? Do we encourage them as best we can, without being unrealistic? Or would that be a question of faith?
They're very gray lines... but I know that God knows. =)