l'chayim

The passion play of personal crisis serves to create the human being anew,

to move the soul a step closer to its spiritual purpose.
Thus it has been, thus will it be. Let us start from our knees for a
change, and pray that we become instruments of the divine compassion.*

                                       –Murshid Moineddin Jablonski

 

 

All of life is always in the process of giving birth to a more evolved version of itself. We are growing up one painful step at a time. It always has been.  It always will be. From the slightest misstep of a toddler learning to walk who one day becomes an athletic champion, from a bitter quarrel between lovers which ultimately leads to greater understanding and a deepening of their relationship to global multinational wars, the human race is slowly growing up. 

 

It is a brutal struggle, made absolutely real in the blood, sweat and tears we all expend in the process. We may hate the cost of the conflict, the bruised knee of the toddler, the sore muscles of the athlete, the tears of the misunderstood partner or the terrible blood loss from a war. But, the toddler learns to walk, and then runs to become a champion.  And, these terrible wars are all that on a herculean scale.  They are our collective effort to learn to walk while challenging all that we know at the present to reach something, someone, a whole world, of greater integrity and depth, wisdom and compassion. 

We are growing closer - with each life lost, each war fought and won or lost - each step taken as a world - to God.  We are ever so painfully slowly, growing up.  Each terrible event is another step forward.  Yet, we cannot see that now.

 

As the world fought World War II, against the heinous Nazi regime, could we ever have seen Germany's courageous stand for the refugees of the almost equally evil Assad regime today, close to 70 years later?  Didn't what Germany learn as a result become a lesson of brightness and compassion to today's world.  Out of the darkest, most terrible of times, sometimes an edelweiss blooms, a tiny, precious, fragile flower in the coldest of regions.

 

Who can ever understand what we will learn tomorrow from the terrors of today?  I guess, we just have to stay the course, have the courage to stay alive, despite how very, very difficult that may be - and always with the faith that the God we cannot see is still with us, with or without our understanding at the time.

 

* http://abwoon.org/about-us/neil-douglas-klotz/