The stairs in my home
Good Morning, God
I woke up with the old memory of my “Experience with the Burglar” in my mind. More precisely, the memory was of me, lying in the stairwell with the burglar hitting me with my Chinese walking stick, and my crying out JESUS CHRIST, SON OF THE LIVING GOD, HELP ME. I cried out JESUS CHRIST, SON OF THE LIVING GOD, HELP ME, three times. The third time I cried JESUS CHRIST, SON OF THE LIVING GOD, HELP ME, the burglar stopped. I grabbed the stick and the burglar ran off.
I’m smiling ruefully. Those powerful words came out of me AFTER I had fallen backwards down the stairs and hit my head. That knock on my head, allowed YOUR HOLY SPIRIT to TAKE OVER inside of me. Up until then I had only been yelling “HOLY #$%#”
Falling over backwards — down the stairs — hitting my head, HARD — that happened BEFORE I could CRY OUT to YOU for HELP.
I feel as if You have awakened me — to hand me this clue. Is THAT what You meant when You said, “Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.” [Matthew 7:7] Is it THAT KIND OF ASKING that You were talking about?
That “kind of asking” that doesn’t come from our conscious mind — in fact, our conscious everyday-mind might have to be temporarily decommissioned — to allow our Deepest Self to CRY OUT TO YOU. ASK! Hmmm. I suspect there are layers and layers of asking.
And, maybe, letting go, falling backwards down “stairs”, and hitting our head, HARD, is an essential part of the process? Sigh.
Story teller,
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