PEDESTAL PHANTOMS

What a shame when we put things on pedestals that don't need to be there. Or they disappoint.

And even when somebody points out how we shouldn't treat that given thing as sacred, we still do. Our pride doesn't grant us the freedom to accept the truth.

It is amazing how easy we can cover our eyes with excuses rather admit to any weakness in our nature or thinking. And if that given problem doesn't happen to be our problem it is even harder to understand.

Nothing for me is more amazing that when I see some people put on a pedestal. Hero worship is not that usual, but it is nice when it is somehow deserved.

It is like this one site where I participate, the reputations for being "great" that some enjoy only leave me scratching my head. I don't wish to be unkind, but to me such fleeting impressions of reality hardly, to me improves the situation.

And the more that we find ourselves massaging reality the more we drift from the capacity to tell truth from fiction. Which to me never leads to quality or success.

This truly can spell disaster when it comes to the spiritual realm. For when we don't enter into such a view by the help of god's spirit we can not become capable of any true clarity.

How often this prevails though. Rituals taking the place of insight, habit replacing the need for faith, tomorrow a point of lament instead of hope.

And somehow even when it doesn't work, we still think we have a reason to decide it is all okay. Just moseying along seeing clouds thinking we are blessed.

The whole time deciding God loves our path. Meanwhile, thunderbolts are striking all over the place and we stand and just say, "what?"

Oh yes this is being blessed. Not by God naturally, but as long as we figure it works when it doesn't think we are happy. That is not quite the path that leads to bringing us closer to the Lord.

Perception without the occasional stare into the mirror of confessions keeps our minds and heats clogged. They won't function as intended.

I savor the time that God is able to get my attention with other than a hammer. I rejoice when I stop talking long enough to listen.

And most of all when I can finally see what was there all along and know God was there the whole time.