If we get attached, even to a beautiful state of being, we are caught, and ultimately we will suffer. We work to observe anything that comes our way, experience it while it is here, and be able to let go of it.
Is heaven a "real place" or is it a metaphor? If real, what does it look like? A city? A garden? A banquet? Do we keep our bodies in heaven? Or are we disembodied spirits who achieve some mysterious union with a universal spirit?
Lots of folks are dissecting Obama's Oval Office speech and delivering diatribes on what's right and wrong with him and the oil world. So I figured I might as well join the fracas since it's the thing to do.
We often hide behind such phrases as "culture wars" or "clash of civilizations." These phrases make it far too easy for us to shrug our shoulders, build higher walls, dig deeper trenches, and refuse to examine why we seem to have an ever-growing fear of each other.
Without a clear sense of the past, even a past that is at times challenging to grapple with, we have little capacity to cultivate a society that is more tolerant and outright affirming of diverse religious practices.
And so instead of celebrating the beautiful mythological story of regeneration embodied in the Jesus story, we gawk and are made physically sick when seeing his penis. The childishness of this is startling.