Warning: Subversive to the Religious Mind. Reader discretion is advised.
I think one clear sign of a man having entered Spiritual Maturity is that inferior expressions of God's image lose their appeal.
Take, for instance, the image of an emaciated (or overweight), hurt and confused run-away Prince sitting under the sanctuary of the Tree. He sits there, observing things, until suddenly stricken with pang after pang of covetous envy at how innocently and joyfully well-fed his neighbors were.
This free-joy of theirs demonstrated the presence of universal worth before God, which was surprising to the skinny-fat young prince, since they'd then appeared quite a bit better off than he did, and this though they'd been far less materially prosperous than his own personal "lineage" in the eyes of "the world" had afforded him the "privilege" of considering himself. Uh oh!
Seeing their greater enjoyment of all this freely-given universal joy, even in the absence of the trappings to which he'd formerly belonged, opened his magical forehead eye to speculate concerning the purpose of his witness. He reasoned about the enduring nature of things that are internal, as oppossed to the passing nature of external things. He witnessed fullness and joy in these people who had none of what he'd been given materially. They were more inwardly whole than he, though he was considered as having been as a prince. He was humbled by these paupers in the wilderness, existing just as they are, poor but happy!
This sense of some kind of "universal balance" in the justice he witnessed inspired him to coin phrases that'd later define a religion. He described the way of the universe's operator, according to the lense of his own personal witness, as a dance between joy and mourning (or life and death, pleasure or suffering, or whatever else fit his duality's double-mindedness.) This fortune cookie level concept of God's way was enough of an insight to blow his ignorantly rich spoiled-brat brain and spurred in him a renewed confidence in his own right to get up, dance, and enjoy a meal with the dancy poor-folk!
He'd endorse his own religion......but in moderation of course.. wouldn't wanna get all "imbalanced" compared to the dancy poor folk and end up feeling guilty and condemned, sitting uselessly under the zen tree again! .....Booo? Hooo? Duh! This same teaching has the same effect today no matter who teaches it. Zen, Ben, Uncle Glen... Like Chinese delivery, it tastes good and is somewhat filling, but no matter where you order it from, it leaves you emptier than it did before.
Let's just say, a real man's image of God isn't a prince sitting thoughtfully under a tree (sorry educational and religious systems). A REAL man's image of God is a KING not sitting under a tree but HANGING FROM ONE in demonstration of His love for His Father, His Country, His People, and His Bride!
So yeah. Buddah's skinny fat ass can go sit on a skittle; He can't compete with Jesus, no not even a little! -f #worldreligion101 #universaltitle #noholdsbarred
I think one clear sign of a man having entered Spiritual Maturity is that inferior expressions of God's image lose their appeal.
Take, for instance, the image of an emaciated (or overweight), hurt and confused run-away Prince sitting under the sanctuary of the Tree. He sits there, observing things, until suddenly stricken with pang after pang of covetous envy at how innocently and joyfully well-fed his neighbors were.
This free-joy of theirs demonstrated the presence of universal worth before God, which was surprising to the skinny-fat young prince, since they'd then appeared quite a bit better off than he did, and this though they'd been far less materially prosperous than his own personal "lineage" in the eyes of "the world" had afforded him the "privilege" of considering himself. Uh oh!
Seeing their greater enjoyment of all this freely-given universal joy, even in the absence of the trappings to which he'd formerly belonged, opened his magical forehead eye to speculate concerning the purpose of his witness. He reasoned about the enduring nature of things that are internal, as oppossed to the passing nature of external things. He witnessed fullness and joy in these people who had none of what he'd been given materially. They were more inwardly whole than he, though he was considered as having been as a prince. He was humbled by these paupers in the wilderness, existing just as they are, poor but happy!
This sense of some kind of "universal balance" in the justice he witnessed inspired him to coin phrases that'd later define a religion. He described the way of the universe's operator, according to the lense of his own personal witness, as a dance between joy and mourning (or life and death, pleasure or suffering, or whatever else fit his duality's double-mindedness.) This fortune cookie level concept of God's way was enough of an insight to blow his ignorantly rich spoiled-brat brain and spurred in him a renewed confidence in his own right to get up, dance, and enjoy a meal with the dancy poor-folk!
He'd endorse his own religion......but in moderation of course.. wouldn't wanna get all "imbalanced" compared to the dancy poor folk and end up feeling guilty and condemned, sitting uselessly under the zen tree again! .....Booo? Hooo? Duh! This same teaching has the same effect today no matter who teaches it. Zen, Ben, Uncle Glen... Like Chinese delivery, it tastes good and is somewhat filling, but no matter where you order it from, it leaves you emptier than it did before.
Let's just say, a real man's image of God isn't a prince sitting thoughtfully under a tree (sorry educational and religious systems). A REAL man's image of God is a KING not sitting under a tree but HANGING FROM ONE in demonstration of His love for His Father, His Country, His People, and His Bride!
So yeah. Buddah's skinny fat ass can go sit on a skittle; He can't compete with Jesus, no not even a little! -f #worldreligion101 #universaltitle #noholdsbarred
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