Union and Intimacy
I have been thinking about God and how
intimate God wants to be in the life of every individual. We all seem to want a relationship which is
so intimate, every nuance of our lives can be revealed to that other without
shame, guilt, apology or regret. Yet
seldom do we seem to get all we want from another human being. It is because no human being is capable of
being that intimate with another human being without first being that intimate
with the Creator God. The unconditional
acceptance we are seeking comes from the force which created us and knows us as
we really are.
There was a survey done
of professionals people with large incomes, it revealed that a large percentage
of those surveyed were afraid they would be found out to be frauds. In spite of the many degrees they held, they
still continued to feel they were not quite worthy of the positions they held
in society. Every time I feel a little
insecure about doing something, I remember that survey and know those looking
on have their own feelings of insecurity.
The reason feelings of insecurity are so pervasive in the human psyche,
is because we think we have missed the mark of who and what we are supposed to
be. We have done something, in our near
or distant past, which stands between ourselves and the ultimate perfection we
know deep within ourselves we can express.
In some religion, it is taught that we are
truly unworthy and a wonderful god has seen it fit to redeem us from this
original state of unworthiness. This god will make us kings and priests one day. This brings satisfaction to some. But for the life of me it does not ring
true. How can one who is perfect, and
that is not a static state but and organic unfolding process, create beings
like Itself, and they are somehow flawed? It fails to satisfy the evidence I see all around me.
A master carpenter does not build a house that is lean and unsound. Nor does a skilled surgeon use the scalpel to maim patients. Well if humans, who are supposed to be flawed, can, and do, perform work which is well nigh perfect, how can the Creator of these same humans have created them with imperfection? There are some who say that humans were created without any imperfection, but they choose to become imperfect by disobeying to the edicts of the Creator. This created within themselves flaws, or was punished for their disobedience by being inflicted with the flaw of unworthiness.
A master carpenter does not build a house that is lean and unsound. Nor does a skilled surgeon use the scalpel to maim patients. Well if humans, who are supposed to be flawed, can, and do, perform work which is well nigh perfect, how can the Creator of these same humans have created them with imperfection? There are some who say that humans were created without any imperfection, but they choose to become imperfect by disobeying to the edicts of the Creator. This created within themselves flaws, or was punished for their disobedience by being inflicted with the flaw of unworthiness.
This takes me right into my first thought
about the intimate relationship I am having with this very Creator. I believe this was the purpose informing my
creation. The seeking, I have been
doing, to know and have intercourse with my Creator, comes from the Presence of
the Creator within me. Having created
humanity and placed within them the ability to do and be like unto Itself, the
Creator of the universe wants to be in conscious communion with that
humanity. This union may not be forced. We would not be free will beings if it were. This union must be consummated from our end. The other end of the
union, namely the Creator’s, has already reached out to us and placed within us
the mechanism to make this union possible.
And the intimacy we seek is merely a cry from the deepest portions of
ourselves to complete that union.
I get to talking with God. I ask questions and fully expect to receive
answers, and I do. I present quandaries
and they are solved. I have often times,
in meditation or prayer, felt the very Presence of this Creator as arms
enfolding me, or a safe and sturdy lap on which I sit and pour out the emotions
that are in my heart. These are real
experiences, they may have taken place within the confines of my imagination, but
to me, they are extremely real. Often,
my contact with the Great Creator of the Universe is more real than the
"real" evidence I get from my contact with the world. The whole idea is to have this intimate
contact as a continuous experience and not the occasional high it is now.
For that I am striving.
For that I am striving.
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