Good Morning, God!
Yesterday I joined a dear friend for breakfast at the Arcadia retirement residence. She had worked with me on the library committee there since 1997, and we both retired this August. It did my heart good to see her and so many other friends that I’d made over the years.
I enjoyed the Christmas decorations, too — especially the Angels. That got me to thinking about angels — and about us humans. Angels seem like such good beings. Well, not all of them, certainly. But, I have the impression that we are much more of a mixed lot than they are. I mean, even inside just one of us, we are mixed — filled with lots of Sub-Selves.
I ran across the term Sub-Selves in Douglas Kenrick’s book, Sex, Murder and the Meaning of Life. I must say, the term Sub-Selves really resonated! I have a lot of them . . . probably more than I can even name.
Just recently, I have decided that Sorrow is a Sub-Self. I don’t mean the feeling of sorrow. I mean the part of me that “gets” sorrow — and understands its purposes and worth. This thought is no doubt glaringly obvious. But it was a brand new idea for me. I guess I just thought of sorrow as something to “get over” — like a patch of rough winds on a flight across the Pacific.
Now I see it as a part of me. Just as much a part of me as the part that appreciates beauty or the part that loves to share. All of these Sub-Selves seem to come with the Standard Human Model.
Now I’m wondering about angels, God. I think of them as so superior. But, do they have diverse sub-selves? Or could they be an earlier, simpler model?