Love Wellنموونە

Waking Up

On that brisk January morning, my life was full of blessing. Parents and sisters who loved me. Four beautiful children. Wonderful friends. A job I loved. A trip to the Holy Land lay ahead of me. A life that seemed to have significance.

It all had little meaning. I couldn’t feel.

Have you been there? Wondering, “What’s the point?” Asking if you have the stamina to go on?

My son Jordan plays the guitar. I watch him often reach up to change the tension on the strings. Why? Without the proper tension, one cannot experience beautiful music, harmonious melodies, compositions that stir the heart, the soul.

God is repeatedly tuning our lives.

Many of us, however, are stuck. Tired of the tension, we have numbed ourselves. We have not been taught how to live in a state of contradictions. We hide. We stare. We plod along, wondering about it all.

All the while, God is tuning.

We are unaware. While shutting out pain, we abandoned listening to the music. The beauty dances nearby, but we only see darkness. We are asleep.

“Spirituality means waking up. Most people, even though they don’t know it, are asleep. They’re born asleep, they live asleep, they marry in their sleep, they breed children in their sleep, and they die in their sleep… People don’t really want to be cured. What they want is relief; a cure is painful. Waking up is unpleasant… [It’s] comfortable in bed. It’s irritating to be woken up.”