Occasionally I have reason to go back over some things that
I have written. That can be a fun,
rewarding experience. Certainly not
everything I have written is worth preserving.
Sometimes what we write is for the moment. Clearly this would be the case with many
papers we write when we took classes in school.
Many of us have jobs in which we have to write stuff for a specific
moment.
Computers make saving stuff much easier. With computers we can create folders,
organize all sorts of things and now store things “in the cloud,” whatever that
means! I think it means whatever I write
and store in the cloud will live longer than I do. Maybe that is a new version of life after
death!
Obviously I have lived long enough to remember the days
before computers. I recall the time when
having an IBM electric typewriter was about as good as it got! Those came equipped with the built-in means
to backspace and erase a mistake. That
meant we could throw out the “white out” bottles! However, I can be a bit wistful when I think
of the white out liquid. Magically it
would make my mistakes go away. And if I
were careful and not use too much, it was very difficult to see where I had used
it.
My writing life goes even further back to the manual
typewriter. I don’t even tell my
students that any more, because they don’t really care. Besides, they can’t understand a guy who uses
an iPhone talking about manual typewriters!
It simply does not compute! I
think I began using the manual typewriter sometime in my high school
years. I know I took a typing class in
high school. I still appreciate that
skill set.
Amazingly enough, I can even recall writing those theme
papers for school, when the teacher insisted it be written in ink and written
legibly and neatly. Boy that was real
pressure! To write in ink meant no errors.
But through it all, it was still my own mind creating ideas
that were committed to “paper.” From the
handwritten papers to the “papers” generated on my laptop, the unchanging facet
has been me. Of course, that does not
mean I have not changed. My mind has
grown, developed, and expanded in phenomenal ways. In some ways I am not at all that young guy
writing papers with ink pins. But in
other ways I am still the same guy today composing thoughts on my laptop.
While this might be interesting to some, one can wonder what
does it have to do with spirituality and the spiritual journey? As I narrated my journey as a writer, it has
been a personal narration. I have made
that journey and still am on the way.
One might say the journey’s trail is the host of things I have
written. They represent me…but they are
not me.
To use poor English, I can pose the deep question: who is
me? I suspect most of us answering this
personal question would settle on external and superficial aspects of who we
are. We can think of age or body
type. We cite vocation, interests,
etc. These are aspects of our
identity. But they are not truly who we
are. Identity goes deeper.
Much of my writing seeks to be soulful. Obviously that presupposes I have a soul or,
as I might prefer, am a soul. I do
suppose that to be true. Knowing there
can be different definitions of soul, let me simply say I understand soul to be
the essence of who I am.
This means if I can tell you about my soul, then I am
telling you at the deepest level who I am.
I realize that I have become quite spiritual at this point. I cannot possibly tell you anything about my
soul without telling you also about my soulful Parent---the creator God who “made”
me in the beginning and blew the very Spirit of God into my soul. At that very moment I became a living
being. “Me” was created and all the
potentiality of my mind was activated.
At some point, the actualization of my mind developed to the
point where I had words and could conjure up ideas. I became as creative as my Creator. I knew I had words to share, just as much as
God had a Word to share. My words went
onto paper and, then, into some people.
God’s Word went directly into people.
Receive my word and receive me.
Communication becomes communion. Understood well, communion is nothing short
of miraculous. Communion is “union
with.” It is a uniting---a union. For Christians it is the three in one---the
trinity. Ultimately, it is the all in one. At that point there will be no need for
words. The silence will go so deep into
the Sacred, there will be nothing to say---no need for Amen.
Then there will be no identity question. Perhaps in the union of communion there is
not even identity for all shall be One.
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