… [A]n inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God's power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials … 1 Peter 1:4-6
We might think of it this way, just for an exercise, that
the unity of the cosmos was shattered at the Fall. What we need, as humans – as the keepers of
creation we were meant to be, is a restoration of that perfect, primordial
communion. Salvation means that we
become whole. The break is healed.
I am beginning, slowly, to understand why there is so much
chicanery and silliness associated with Christianity and enlightenment in
general. It’s very difficult to talk
about the relationship between selflessness and tribulation without sounding as
though the problems of life are illusions or that God is some kind of sadist or
something.
We are going to grieve in this world, and our grief and our
pain are real. God does not waste our
suffering if we are willing to hand it over to Him. We do not ever have to “go through all this
for nothing”. He will order the broken
and jumbled, seemingly random chunks and pieces of life into a stairway that we
might ascend.
The inheritance that is being kept for us is exactly that wholeness
or oneness and the barrier to heaven is the self to which we are so attached. My fear is that an end to my “self” is the
same as non-being. It isn’t. The one who enters heaven has detached only
from the illusory persona, the mask of thoughts and emotions and attitudes that
is the old carnal mind. We mistake the
mask we wear and the character we have come to create and inhabit for our
being.
Shatter my illusions, O Lord, that I might be unbroken.