An elder Cherokee Native American was teaching his grandchildren about life. He said to them, “A fight is going on inside me…It is a terrible fight, and it is between two wolves. One wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, pride and superiority. The other wolf stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. This same fight is going on inside of you and every other person too.”

They thought about it for a minute and then one child asked his grandfather, “Which wolf will win?” The old Cherokee simply replied…”The one I feed.”

On the mystical paths, there are a variety of disciplines (see Mystical Christianity). Eastern Christian mysticism speaks specifically about the ascetic life. This is the life of the monastery where part of the monastic orders are to “do without” so to speak.

A teacher of such spiritual matters clarified for me what this means for those of us who are not monastics. It seems that the discipline of the “householder” is not that of asceticism but that of generosity. I have found this concept very helpful.

I come from a generous family with parents who demonstrated generosity to each of us, to our friends, to our neighbors…actually, even now, if they know of a need they can fulfill, they will do so. They have been good examples to me. But the “discipline of generosity” has less to do about things than about an attitude. For example, in my marriage, I practice this discipline by looking for ways to care for my husband rather than ways to get my own needs met. In my reactions to others, rather than “reacting” I say a silent prayer: “Lord Bless” and then listen. Listening to another, truly listening deeply to what they are saying and not to what I am thinking about what they are saying, is perhaps the most profound gift of generosity.

It’s called the “Discipline of Generosity” because like any other discipline is doesn’t come naturally. It takes practice and choosing, failing and trying again.

Bethlehem more than a manger scene

By Phil Haslanger
The Capital Times
Dec. 24, 2005

On greeting cards, in Christmas carols, in nativity scenes the images of
Bethlehem that the world clings to are those of a small town, a crowded inn,
a quiet night punctuated by the sounds of animals and later the voices of
shepherds.
But even 2,000 years ago, Bethlehem was a more complex place than
that. Today, it stands at the junction of the conflict between Israel and
Palestine with a forbidding security wall snaking through its streets.
Yet a visit to Bethlehem last month found a city that could still
revel in the many strains of religious tradition that have made it far more
than simply a place to remember the birth of Jesus. Consider a few images
from that week.
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We attended a Christmas Eve service at a Canadian German Lutheran Church last night. The church itself is glorious in it’s beauty with the stories of Christ painted in pastels on the ceiling, angels, cherebim and seriphim standing in attendance in the alcoves. The pipes of the organ sorrounded the congregation, the voices of the choirs and the congregation raised in joy and expectation, children pointing at the sights and sounds, poinsettas arranged in tree shapes, violins and flutes…just awesome. Just awesome. But best of all, our sharing the moment with our only grandaughter cuddled on our laps.

Wishing you all a Christmas in which your hearts expand to feel the uncompromising, unconditional, patient and generous Love to which you belong.

It is Christmas Eve and all is well with my soul. Life has begun to flow easily for me, not so much struggle, far more grace. It wasn’t always this way.As I reflect on how I got to this place, I remember one very wise counselor who told me at age 24 to “lean into the pain.” There were layers of things for me to lean into with each episode of despair. Sometimes it would take months or years of facing myself, seeing the dark stuff, braving the fear, tolerating the anxiety, riding the pain like a wave, not knowing it would come to an end. And then I’d have a grand “ah-ha!” Once I could see whatever truth there was for me to see, I could not shut my eyes to it again. But always a struggle – I have not gone gently through this life. I’ve wrestled and questioned and fought back and wondered and resented and wanted to understand the mysteries, fascinated with the paradoxes, the contradictions, the messiness of it all.

It is counter-intuitive to lean into pain. I have a physical pain disorder and I can give strong witness to the difficulty of leaning into the pain, relaxing into it rather than running from it or becoming bitter. The Incarnation of Jesus Christ is above all to me, God leaning into our pain – diving into human misery and despair, living it with us, fully embracing our limited sight, our inability to sense the generosity of the universal joy that sorrounds and supports us. God dives into this all, this messy mix of life, and dives deeply, deeply with us that we might wake up and taste the sweetness of it all.

I know this is terribly irreverent of me to post this but it gave me a good laugh. While going through my Psychiatric Nursing rotation in undergrad, I thought I had every one of these disorders. Of course, during the Medical/ Surgical rotations, I thought I had every other disease we studied. So with apologies to all who suffer from mental illness, remember “it takes one to know one” and I know of what I speak…sometimes…..but then sometimes I forget…..thanks to my dearest friend who sent this to me.

CHRISTMAS SONGS FOR THE PSYCHIATRICALLY CHALLENGED

Schizophrenia — Do You Hear What I Hear?
Multiple Personality Disorder — We Three Queens Disoriented Are
Amnesia — I Don’t Know if I’ll be Home for Christmas
Narcissistic — Hark the Herald Angels Sing About Me
Manic — Deck the Halls and Walls and House and Lawn and Streets and
Stores and Office and Town and Cars and Buses and Trucks and Trees and
Fire Hydrants and …

Paranoid — Santa Claus is Coming to Get Me
Borderline Personality Disorder — Thoughts of Roasting on an Open
Fire
Passive-Agressive Personality Disorder — You Better Watch Out, I’m Gonna Cry, I’m Gonna
Pout, Maybe I’ll tell You Why
Obsessive Compulsive Disorder —Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle
Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle
Bells, Jingle Bells …

Agoraphobia — I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day But Wouldn’t Leave
My House
Senile Dementia — Walking in a Winter Wonderland Miles From My House
in My Slippers and Robe
Oppositional Defiant Disorder — I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus So I
Burned Down the House
Social Anxiety Disorder — Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
While I Sit Here and Hyperventilate

Brahmanism: This is the sum of duty: Do naught unto others which would cause you pain if done to you.: Mahabharata 5:1517

Christianity: All things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them.: Matthew 7:12

Islam: No one of you is a believer until he desires for his brother what which he desires for himself. Sunnah

Buddhism: Hurt not others in ways that you yourself would find hurtful.: Udana Varga 5:18

Judaism: What is hateful to you, do not to your fellowmen. That is the entire Law; all the rest is commentary.: Talmud, Shabbat 31:a

Confucianism: Surely it is the maxim of loving-kindness: Do not unto others that you would not have them do unto you.: Analects 15:23

Taoism: Regard your neighbor’s gain as your own gain, and your neighbor’s loss as your own loss.: T’ai Shag Kan Ying P’ien

Zoroastrianism: That nature alone is good which refrains from doing unto another whatsoever is not good: for itself. : Dadistan-i-dinik 94:5

Courtesy of Doug Hunt

I just discovered another website that fascinates me. Truth Dig: Drilling Beneath the Headlines It is the website of the Rev. Madison Shockley from the United Church of Christ in Carlsbad, California. He is a person of color and therefore a person whose experience of being a citizen in this United States is probably much different than my own.

Being a part of a community in which people come in all hues and views is of great importance to me. I have to say that I judge the authenticity of a spiritual community by the diversity of it’s members. My clearest moments of being a part of God’s kingdom have come when the physical manifestation of that kingdom was primarily, but not exclusively, people of color. I don’t know if this is fair or not, but it is one of the primary ways I judge the truth of a spiritual path. If people all look and act the same, I assume it cannot be a totally authentic manifestation of God’s spirit. This probably isn’t completely fair of me but so far the test has proved to be accurate.

I remember being told to be offended at the term Xmas in church as a child. We all thought the X was meant to X Christ out of Christmas. It was much later in life when I learned that the X was the first letter in the Greek alliteration of Jesus Christ. I think it was the Jesus people movement era when I wore a necklace in the shape of a fish with ἰχθύς written on it that I learned the X actually stood for Christ and was originally a sign of respect and holiness.

With the popularization of certain forms of Christianity, we who call ourselves Christians are often incredibly ignorant of what the term means. Add to that, many of the best-selling Christian authors and preachers do not have a seminary education. I have had great respect for Rick Warren for example until I heard him interviewed on Larry King Live. A caller asked if God was male and Rick answered: “Of course he is! The Bible refers to God as “he” and that’s good enough for me!” Such ignorance from a leader of the popular version of Christianity is frightening to me because people will believe him thinking he is an authority.

And so we are told to: 1) be very upset about business owners not saying “Merry Christmas” on their signs and 2) to think such a thing is an attack on our Christian values. To that I say Bah Hum Bug Read the article. What used to upset us as Christians was the commercialization of Christmas – it still bothers me. I am thrilled to see fewer Christmas decorations and thrilled to not have someone say “Merry Christmas” to me because I purchased something at their store. And I don’t want some political pundit telling me what should upset me as a Christian.

I think my parents had it right this year: They gave to the Salvation Army the amount they would have spent on Christmas gifts for all of us. We all thought the people without homes needed the money more than we needed gifts. Now that is what Christmas is really about if you ask me.

I’m taking off for a few days of traveling. Peace to all.