Love always heals…divine Love, which is powerful, spiritual, ever-present. No element of mortality, limits, opinions from a singular (or dual) point of view. Guns and violence don’t heal and they never will. We watch Ferguson burn and our hearts burn with it; some in anger, some in mourning and anguish, some in acidic disappointment. We justify the verdict, or the rioting, or the tear gas. We react, argue our case, posture for each other (we can do this in the luxury of our homes which are not in Ferguson, you know. Pass the Grey Poupon, darling!). It is all a thin, fragile, crusty (mustardy?) layer of human opinion and if we dive down, we will see and be an ocean of Love. What appears is rarely what is.
Christ Jesus “plunged beneath the material surface of things, and found the spiritual cause” (Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures), wrote the woman Mary Baker Eddy, who understood Jesus’ mission the best by doing the works he did. Our work is not on the surface; it is going deep, deep, as deep as we can, into our own hearts to wrestle to stay in that Love. To let our thoughts flow from it, our motives be determined by it, our words and actions reflect it. There is no other solution. Nothing else brings healing. Yes, the dialogue and the creative solutions, the adjustment of law are progressive; but these bless or function only when the foundation of them is Love.
Christ Jesus raised the dead not because he made some really good points and had some lovely, sound reasoning (he did), but because he lived love and in his presence even death fled. When the men came to unjustly arrest him (to eventually kill him after a mockery of a trial), his self-appointed protector cut off a soldier’s ear. Jesus didn’t cheer Peter, cut off the soldier’s other ear, or condemn Peter, he healed the soldier’s ear. He lived love and even the panic and self-justification of a cut off ear could not remain. It didn’t stop Jesus from being crucified, but it was Love who raised him.
It is Love that raises us all from the death of fear, self-justification, hate, deep-seated racism (white, black, doesn’t matter). All this Love requires of us is the self-control to turn to it and allow ourselves to wallow in it, lavish it on ourselves and others.
Maybe because I saw Interstellar last night, maybe because I had to work through some bitter disappointment last week, maybe because it’s a ginormous poster in my studio and so it’s on my mind all the time anyway, but it seems appropriate to reference my favorite photograph ever taken (and yes, it’s a selfie) —The Pale Blue Dot is a photograph of planet Earth taken in 1990 by the Voyager 1 space probe from a record distance of 4 billion miles from Earth, as part of the solar system Family Portrait series of images. In the photograph, Earth is shown as a fraction of a pixel (0.12 pixel in size) against the vastness of space. The Voyager 1 spacecraft, which had completed its primary mission and was leaving the Solar System, was commanded by NASA to turn its camera around and to take a photograph of Earth across a great expanse of space, at the request of Carl Sagan (click on the image to read his powerful words about this image).