17 April 2009

God Is Here. God Is Everywhere.

Abba Doulas, the  disciple  of Abba  Bessarion said, 'One   day when  we  were walking beside the sea I was thirsty and I said to Abba Bessarion, "Father, I am very  thirsty." He said a prayer  and said to  me,  "Drink some of  the sea water." The water proved sweet when I drank  some.  I even  poured some into a leather bottle for  fear of being thirsty later  on. Seeing this, the old  man asked me why I was taking some. I said to him, "Forgive  me, it is for fear of being  thirsty   later on."  Then  the old  man  said,  "God is here.   God is  everywhere." '

There are times--not many of them, because of my sinfulness, but they do occasionally occur--when I am struck by my own lack of faith.  Like Abba Bessarion's disciple, I am very thirsty...but, despising the words of the Lord which tell me, "Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Let the day's own trouble be sufficient for the day" (Matt. XI:34), I go about my business, busying myself like a bee, collecting that which I can.  I make plans.  I attempt to forsee and plan for the future.

I do not trust God.

And, what is worse, when my own plans fall apart, for whatever the cause, I cannot just accept it and move on.  I react.  I get angry, I get impatient, and I become hurtful to others (especially those that love me).  I fall into despair and become despondent.  I resent.  I resent the fact that the universe will not bend to my will, I resent that I have to start all over with my plans and schemes and plots for the future.  I have no inner stillness, whatsoever.

And this is what it boils down to: I do not trust God.  I want to.  I love (or, at least I want to think I do) the Lord.  Unfortunately, it is all too obvious that I love myself and my precious plans much more.  Would that I could see, more often, how true it is that "God is here.  God is everywhere."  Perhaps, becuase this is Holy Friday, I feel the poignantcy of this.  God is here.  God is with us, He that is before the ages.  And today, He is crucified that I might be free from the curse of death.  Today, there is enough trouble and woe--because I crucified Christ.  By refusing to trust Him, by trying to act as if He were not the King before the ages, I cry out with the Jews: Crucify Him, Crucify Him! in my heart.

Lord, have mercy upon Thy wretched and unworthy servant.


Anonymous said...

I'm right there with you, brother. Lord, have mercy!

s-p said...

If we truly believed He is "everywhere present and fillest all things" and lived in the present moment we would be prepared for whatever happens. Plans are a product of ego and distrust, and the reaction of dis-ease and anxiety when our plans do not happen according to our imagination is a testimony that they are not of the Spirit.

The Hermit said...

Well said, s-p, well said. For hard headed (and hard hearted) men like myself, relying on Christ is difficult...especially for the "big stuff." The really ironic thing is, I know that He will take care of me; He's never failed to do so. But no matter how many times the Lord has shown me the strength of His arm, I continue to rely on my own strength until it is utterly exhausted. And I ask myself: "Will I ever learn?" I hope that I do.

s-p said...

Yeah, we eventually learn, but like I tell my kids, unfortunately the only way most human beings learn is "the hard way". sigh.