The myth of Narcissus is legendary. Narcissus was a man who was exceptionally handsome and knew it. And his actions reflected his utter disdain for those who loved him. He walked through life proud of his appearance and dismissive of those who admired him. Nemesis watched Narcissus and how he treated those around him and lured Narcissus to a pool where Narcissus could see his reflection. Narcissus fell in love with his own image and couldn’t tear himself away from the reflection in the water. He eventually drowned loving himself.
No matter how hard we try to pretend, we live in the real world. Philosophies and worldviews may try to shield us from this cold, hard truth. But, try as they might, they only succeed in stealing real life and real time from us. Why is this truth so hard for us to accept?
Well, I’m convinced that my biggest problem with this reality is simply that I prefer my fantasy world to the “real” world. And that’s because in my fantasy world I am always happy. I am always in control, I am always the center of attention, or I am always correct in my opinions. In my fantasy world, I am god. And that, dearest is the problem, because (and you ought to say a prayer of thanksgiving here) I am not god. The truth is in my real life I am not always right, I am not always in control, and I am not always the most interesting man in the world. But I happen to know Who is!
Today Matthew encounters Jesus Christ and this moments changes the way he thinks about what he does, who he is, and how he loves.
But every Authenic encounter with Jesus Christ does the sad me in each of us! At least it’s suppose to.
This Saturday we hear from Fr. Stephen Freeman and his wonderful blog – Glory to God for All Things.
In my previous article I compared children’s use of play to the place of ritual words and actions in the life of the Church. I absolutely did not mean to imply that one thing is like the other. I mean to say clearly that they are very much the same thing. And I say this both to change how we understand play as well as how we understand ritual words and action. Play is far more serious than people imagine – and ritual words and actions are more playful than they dare conceive.
Read the rest here – https://blogs.ancientfaith.com/glory2godforallthings/2014/11/13/happens-play-pray/
Abundant life, yep, abundant life. Life that is so full that it spills out over the edges and splashes on those around us. That kind of life. Life that can’t be contained or measured or exhausted. Life that just keeps on going and keeps on being full and joyous. That kind of life!
It’s just a dream, right? Just a pipe dream. That kind of life isn’t really possible, is it?
“Get out of the way!” My daughter in the back seat was yelling at the cars in front of us as we were on our way to her dance class. She was frustrated at the amount of traffic in front of us and reacted like she had seen “someone” else react in the same situation. And, no, I’m not going to say who that “someone” was because I have a right not to incriminate myself!
I never will forget the look on his face. He was a brave and honest man and his spiritual journey had brought him to the Orthodox Church. He had taken the classes I required to become a catechumen. He had attended services as I had asked, so, when he was made a catechumen he asked a natural questions. “Father, how long will I be a catechumen before I am made one of the faithful?” A natural and sensible question. So, you can imagine a bit of his surprise and confusion when I responded “I don’t know.” He cocked his head to one side and squinted his eyes and said “Huh?”