Okay my friends. One more post and we’ll put this “fun” thing to rest, at least for now. I didn’t realize it was going unearth so much from everyone. I didn’t realize I would be grappling like this. Now maybe I can start getting the Catch out on time again!
I said it in yesterday’s Catch, but I wanted to pull it out and say it a little louder.
It’s all about connecting.
The real fun is in connecting with others, entering into their fun, and losing yourself in the process. It’s basically joining humanity, and “gnostic” Christians like me don’t do that very well. It’s been hammered into us from day one that our problem is our depraved humanity, and one day we’ll get free from all this, but until then, we’ll muddle through somehow. Wow, doesn’t that sound like fun? No wonder Marti doesn’t want to be around me sometimes; I wouldn’t want to be around me. Come on, it’s a drag that I have to be around me!
The way out of myself is the way into someone else. Yet I am often so self-conscious around others — especially unbelievers — that I can’t get around myself. I’m not listening to them. I’m wondering what I’m going to say next so as not to look dumb. The problem with this is I’m still in my own head. I’m thinking about me — what I look like … what I say … what I say next … I’m acting like it’s all about me. Where is this other person? I wouldn’t know because I’m too into myself to listen.
Stop it. Stop the tape running in the head and listen. What person alive doesn’t want to talk about themselves? Get into them. And if they want to know about you, well then, there you go. They asked. But even then, it’s still about them. Talk about the part of you they are interested in. If you want to talk totally about yourself with no regard for the other person, go to a psychiatrist. That’s what they get paid for.
Sorry for being so elementary — most of you already know this, I’m sure — but we “gnostic” Christians have got to learn some basic human things that we missed so long ago.
So I’ll repeat … it’s all about connecting. You have definitely connected with me!
Below are some lyrics to a song I wrote almost 20 years ago. That’s the problem with being prophetic. I knew this song was right when I wrote it; I just didn’t know why. Too bad I didn’t get more of it then. I could have been a much more happy person to be around.
And suddenly there was with me an ocean of humanity
A sea of many faces in waves of warm embraces
And while I questioned how to judge them all —
Who would rise and who would fall —
I found myself among them
And it mattered little who was wrong or right
And then I saw Him lifted up —
The wounded One who drank the cup
Of death for all the dying — the end of justifying
And I laid my mantle on the ground
And felt the rain come pouring down
The rain of my religion
Falling down like weeping from the sky
You’re not the only one with truth
You’re not the only one with eyes
You’re not the only one — the only one who cries
You’re not the only one
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