What is done is done. Or so I thought. I constantly think that this life cannot get more confusing, but then constantly it does. But that's okay. I think.
I think I am beginning to accept the insanity of life. Do I have any more answers on account of this acceptance? Nope, and once again, I can accept that. The answers will come. I will just live day by day. What else can I do? I do not know the future. I do not know the past either, by the way. I thought something was one way, when it was obviously not, and I can see that now, after someone has defogged my rearview mirror. Do I have any answers? No. Not even to the past. All I have is the present. Sure, I can reflect on the past, plan for the future, and things of that nature, but none of that is guaranteed. Today is all that is. So what then must I do? In this state of life, in this state of perfect freedom, I am not to give into licentiousness, but to rise above that, as both Nietzsche and Jesus have said, "To move beyond good and evil." You must be saying, "What? Jeremy? Have you gone crazy? Jesus never said that, and Nietzsche is not the most sympathetic to Christian beliefs."
I have not gone crazy, but I am beginning to see both Christ and Nietzsche in new lights. Christ came not to enslave us to laws or to any religious systematic litany. The call of Christ was a call to a higher form of life, beyond the gnats and the camels, to mercy, justice, and love. That was His call. To live a life beyond what the religious authority deemed "good" and "evil." And Nietzsche too argues for it, and although sometimes is interrupted as arguing that is all about power – upon closer readings it is more of a movement to be more humane and more “moral” but not with an imposed morality, but a true human goodness that is beyond the socially constructed systems. The two, though, cannot be reconciled, since Christ claims that this can only be done by living like and for Him, while Nietzsche has killed God and maintains that in order to atone for that “evil,” man must become like this, and become gods themselves.
All that to say: how I live today is all that I have control over. Sure, I will prepare for the future, remember the past, but in the end, all I can do is for today, love people, love God, and strive to know both humanity and God better, by discovering God, I discover humanity, and by discovering those, I discover myself and where I am going. Perhaps life is not really about the destination – heaven or hell, but about the life that is lived. As cliché that it is – it is about the journey. I must, as Paul says, “Live a life worthy of the calling you have received,” which is as simple and profound as this – “Follow me.” The very first words of Jesus to his disciples are the same to his disciples today. Perhaps Republican candidate Mike Huckabee was right when he said that instead of arguing over the finer points of the Bible, we should focus on the explicit claims and get those down first – such as loving your neighbor and doing unto others as you would have them do unto you.
That’s all I can think of doing. And perhaps on this difficult journey with difficult commands, I will discover where I am going, whom I am going with, what we will do, and why we will do it. No man lives in isolation. Community is all around us. It only needs to be discovered.
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Even when the past doesn't seem as it was you still know that God was guiding you through it. I've found a lot of comfort in these last few months from a verse from a hymn:
Be still, my soul: your God will undertake
to guide the future as he has the past.
Your hope, your confidence let nothing shake;
all now mysterious shall be bright at lst;
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
his voice who ruled them while he dwelt below.
I love when I hear the chapel bells playing this hymn as I'm walking back from the conserv and it's just what I need to hear!
Thanks, Carol. I am starting to love hymns, and you have no idea how much "The Solid Rock" has meant me in these last few months. I know that my hope is built on nothing less...and that's a comforting thought.
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