Eric’s Sunday Sermon; Does Hate Reside In You?
Looking Up at the Bells at the Oldest Basilica on Our West Coast.
A Right to Hate?
The other day a bunch of cancer dudes gathered round with an oncology counselor. Not one word was said about the type and/or prognosis. But some folks had no hair kind of. When I lost it before I went for the shaved head look. And in the oncology yoga class some of us kind of needed a chair for balance. But we were all shooting for the stars on the “Tree Pose”. It is a lie that I fell over, I simply needed to pick up my keys. “which I lay close for just such an occasion.”
We really do feed off each other’s strength and we really do not sit around in our tighty whiteys holding hands and singing Kumbaya. Matter of fact we never touch. The risk is just too high. And a room can smell like a brewery from all our hand washing. Sneeze and you can excuse yourself, thank you very much.
So back to hanging out with the counselor. These are people that help cancer patients knowing that most they see will not be back within two years. I suppose on this occasion we hammered her on how she dealt with that. I think as one we thought we could find a way to deal with death on a daily basis as we do.
There is an almost eerie feeling in the room. We have had to learn to embrace our cancer. Crazy don’t you think? Well in fact most of us get to love that part of us that is killing us. Think of the option. Hate? Well that ain’t working so well in life and it don’t change when it is part of you to hate. Could you hate your son if he in fact is a malignant cancer to all he touches? No! You have to love him. If you love your good hand more than your shriveled one you are person divided within yourself and that is the weakest stance – much worse than falling over during tree pose. ;-)
So how does a day go in such a fantasy world? At the end of the day you pray twice one in anger and one in thanks. Yes it is legal to pray in anger toward God. Believe me God don’t like fakers. So thank you thank you Lord for another great day. But before that you beg, in an angry tone not to let the days pass by so quickly. Another mark on the wall.
Did the Booze Get There First or Did the Devil and Self Hate Beat Evil in That Race?
Maybe Fear is a Door in for the Taker of Love
No Fear Just Looking For the Clear
So I hope we use the above to set us on a course of judging what/where is evil/hate. I just adore the notion of a devil on my left shoulder and an angel on my right. If you catch my drift that means they are on the outside. Far better than the ones inside my head. Can you imagine that devil inside you? Please let us agree we are talking about evil and not a person. And hate is the worst evil.
I hope you noticed my old lawyer slip and slide there. So now we have to decide if hate and evil are within us or with out us. And back up, wouldn’t it be cool if all cancer was perched on your shoulder and not inside you? It seems to me that as a preliminary notion that evil could be inside or outside or both. I do truly hope that does not satisfy your thoughts on the matter. It does not mine.
We all know the Hollywood story of the terrorist who came to be “because” of American bombing that killed his family. As such could be said of the Viet Cong. So they hate so much as to suicide bomb against all tenets.
Let me tell you a poorly guarded secret. My first cancer and probably this one were caused by Americans dropping bombs. The program is now called RECA which is the Radiation Exposure Compensation Act. I know it sounds nuts but the American bombs have killed a lot of Americans, especially us kids that ran around in the sun back in the sixties. They bombed over there at White Sands and us kids were having a great time in cutoffs down at the creek swimming hole. And those bombs radiated us kids. We are called “downwinders”. So clearly is the connection that argument cannot be made.
Now I reckon I have good reason to strap a bomb on or shoot ten people. I mean the US War Machine in the sixties killed friends and brought me to the brink of death, never to be fully well again. So someone told me to hate those horrible bastards. I tried. I failed miserably. For no good reason I did not have it in me. The hate just did not reside in my body. Oh sure that devil on my shoulder kicked the angel’s butt a few times but he could not enter. Maybe there was no room in there. Maybe the inn was full and so hate had to stand outside.
Now understand me, I am in full thanks to a man. I cannot say his name but his initials are Frank Atanacio. He posed this so important issue: Where does hate reside? Let us go for it and explore.
Best Voice and Excellent Presentation.
We Are Blessed
Lighten Up It Is Better Than Dying
So easy to say it is in the heart of the beholder. I cannot reconcile that with why I do not chose to hate. That sounds like a mental logical decision. My heart would not buy into that nonsense – Ah hah unless it was empty? Do hate and evil need an empty vessel? I don’t sit well with that. I know fantastic works by folks seemingly void of heartfelt stuff. I am almost assuming that hate lives in a place with no love. But there is something gnawing at me there. First of all we can choose what to fill our hearts with. Love for a child or hate for an infidel?
If you think about it much we find the brain/mind can frame in what way our heart gets filled. Like a cashier.
So let us get back to Frank. Hate does not simply reside in empty hearts. Yours and mine might be too full of love to let hate enter. But that does not mean that a burly bouncer of the night club of a heart will let hate in. An unguarded heart perhaps is where evil reside in the dark corners.
To be sure hate does not exist in the wind but needs a host. Do we collect rent money from hate and let them occupy a space? Or do we evict them at the first issue? I would like to declare that I have no unwanted tenants inside of me.
But that guy on my shoulder, when I lease to the angel he tries to slip in the door unseen.
So the good news is that like love does, hate does reside in the air between people like love. But the bad news is that folks can take it inside and nourish it. I would put it this way. Hate is a squatter and has no real place to reside. He is a trespasser. But it takes the body holder to evict him. Another host?
Nope! I am a host to cancer. It is a part of my body that must be accepted and loved like the rest of me. Only love can really defeat hate. When love is the commander and chief no army can then conquer. Sorry hate but the inn and the manger are full for the night. Go elsewhere. My love denies you rest or a place to reside.
So we just can’t get past it. Love and hate evil co-exist in the air. But love is more powerful. So the only space that hate can exist in is where there is no love.
I Love You
How easy is Love?