Perhaps as God took a risk in creating us out of chaos, a power that has its own agency for good and ill, that as God took a risk in creating humans and takes risks for the beautiful and the good and the true and the just, that we can feel empowered to take a risk too, and follow this Spirit where ever She leads.
Do know and be warned, dear Beloveds,
that if you happen to find a Sycamore tree,
and think you might want to climb it in order to get a good look at the Lord,
you may be setting yourself up for an encounter that will change your life.
In the parable,
the judge does not grant justice to the widow because he has a change of heart.
He doesn’t rule in her favor because of the evidence
or because she is in the right.
He grants her justice because he is tired of seeing her.
She has worn him out.
She keeps bothering him.
That is the weapon you use when you have no other.
You just keep telling the truth until the powers are worn out.
You wear out your opponent with truth and love.
Unless you bring into your awareness and consciousness, in mind and in heart, the presence of divine grace, you won’t be able to face with clear vision what is to come. You can’t do it by yourself, you need to know that God is influencing the outcome. And that is what the ritual of thanksgiving does.
When life gets rough, we need to remember that God took us this far. Thank God for that. In Arabic, the phrase is alhamdullilah — Praise be to God. Whether one says it in Arabic, Hebrew, Greek, or English, “Praise be to God” is a phrase of trust that God will take you the rest of the way.
Some have been showing us that the hour is late for America. I won’t tell you that. I am not as clear of vision as they are nor as brave as Jeremiah. I will just point out that there are those people who say things like that. There is hope for us. Real hope, they say. But it is long past the fake hope of endless happy motoring. That era, they say, will end soon, as the hour is late.
So what do we do?
Well, there is a parable for that.
Jeremiah is the weeping prophet. He weeps because he sees what is real. He sees what is going to happen. More than that, he weeps because his people refuse to hear him. He is the bearer of news that is not welcome because it shatters illusions. The truth is too hard to accept.
It is Jesus I follow to Karbala.
Jesus showed me Hussain.
If I want to follow Jesus, I must follow Hussain.
Hussain shows me how to follow Jesus.
But in the world of parables, a meal is not just a meal.
A guest is not just a guest.
And advice from Jesus is not just how to succeed in a world of hierarchies.
We live in a time of illusion. Illusion that is created by the plotters.
Ultimately, that has always been the heroic quest in every spiritual tale. It is a tale of the search for what is real and what is true. Truth is the only thing that will free humanity from its enslavement to illusion.
Illusion is cynicism. It is mockery of those who search for what is true. But the true seeker does not worry over the plotters, the mockers, and the cynics and their surrender to illusion. There is too much at stake for that.
“They plotted and God plotted and God is the best of plotters.”
Seek truth and you will seek what God is plotting.
Most of the time, in fact, nearly all the time, those who have taken the red pill and who have in turn offered it to others, are not popular. They usually just make people angry. You know this, right, when you discover something that is real as opposed to the artificial program that covers it. For every one person who awakens and takes the red pill, another fifty are ticked off that you are messing with their world.