Someone told me of a very dangerous prayer. "God, do not let me out of this situation until I learn what you would have me learn." I never prayed that prayer before now. I prayed the usual foxhole prayer of survival in a powerless situation. "God get me out of this and then I will do thus and so." I never seemed to get around to the better "thus and so." This dangerous prayer takes courage, faith and hope. The belief is that the present misery has a lot to teach me. If I feel abandoned, lonely, rejected, failure, ignored, discontented, and restless, for instance, stay with it and maybe I will learn something. Drugs, alcohol, food, getting busy to escape, are not teachers. The pain is the teacher. I have found it so. My best teachers have helped me to identity the pain. And meditation is not about getting mellow, but about getting well.
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