Our perception of what we think we’re seeing, feeling, or experiencing, may in fact be so very far removed from what is really true. Case in point, here are some quotes from the movie The Matrix:
“What is “real”? How do you define “real”?” Morpheus: How did I beat you?
Neo: You… you’re too fast.
Morpheus: Do you believe that my being stronger or faster has anything to do with my muscles in this place? Do you think that’s air you’re breathing now? Have you ever had a dream, Neo, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world? Welcome to the real world. If real is what you can feel, smell, taste and see, then ‘real’ is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain.
As I have shared in many different ways on my blogs, we have all (in my opinion) been stamped with a bummer of a birth mark. Not one of us has escaped unmarked! The deeply engraved and imprinted message that weaves and filters through everything we do is laced with a cancer- like fog endeavouring to convince us of one thing; “I AM NOT.”
Psycho-babble would convince us that there are two kinds of people in the world – those with a good self-image/healthy self-esteem, and those with a poor self-image/self-esteem. The former tend to think of themselves as being a quantum-leap cut above the latter. What garbage! If the enemy of your soul can’t convince you you’re a worthless loser, then he’ll convince you that in your lovely wholeness you don’t need God whatsoever (a.k.a. self-righteousness). The concepts of self-esteem and self-worth are meaningless labels attached to an endless pursuit of shadow-boxing, trying at best to alter one’s view of him/herself from the outside in, a form psychological botox.
When I talk about none of us escaping the internal scarring, disfiguring by virtue of the fact that we have been born into the human stream is because, if there are any exceptions (and there are none) then the need for the Father’s love and grace is primarily for the losers, the rejects and the sickos – but isn’t that great news? Jesus came for the sick – and for those who know in their heart of hearts they’re hopelessly lost. I see this sickness being dyslexic and anorexic in the soul, unable to distinguish or decipher the truth of what God the father really has to say about us.
It appears to me right now in this season of my life that many things are culminating and coming to a head, and all of it is directly interrelated with knowing the truth, slowly seeing with ever increasing clarity what life looks like apart from living way too long seeing it through a shattered windshield.
If there is any true confidence and assurance beginning to take form within me, it has to be something far removed and coming to me from a source much deeper than me having a great gene pool.
I cannot separate what is birthed in us of the spirit of God apart from that which is inseparable from great meekness and humility. As I was thinking about this, I was reminded of scriptures that compare Adam as a ‘natural’ man with the last Adam (Christ Jesus) being the ‘life- quickening man’. I also was pondering about why God didn’t choose Ishmael instead of Isaac – perhaps it was because the first son had been born out of fleshly effort and Isaac had been the promised son as a result of God’s doing.
As I am learning to let the Father of my spirit love me and to integrate who and what He is within every aspect of my being, out of the fractured and shattered pieces of what used to define me is coming forth a manifest son of God.