How does this notion of "blessing" work? Christians seem to own it but -- Not true. Everybody has it. HOW
These homeless were just playing music in the park. Many went by and threw money in a hat, and enjoyed.
Have you ever been down? Have you ever been lifted up by a warm touch or word?
Poor old Homo Sapiens. They need love. Poor old you. But get over it. You can even bless yourself. It is all about the love baby.
This crazy thing that us crazy Christians keep talking about: Blessings. Well it really is quite simple and do not tell this to a Christian but non-Christians can do it too. Here is HOW it works, in fairly easy terms. Assume you start out at zero. Assume there is no limit on how fast or how far above zero you can go. Now when a living thing makes you go below zero that is bad. If you allow yourself to go below zero that is bad. If you let another go below zero that is bad.
But if one living thing helps another living thing go above zero, that is good and a blessing.
If you read this you bless me. And if you comment you bless me more, and countless others.
Believe me your blessing are never perfect. Your Love is never enough. Your kind words do not cure all evil. Your soothing touch does not make all pain go away.
But oh what a feeling it is!!
I have so little to offer others. I have no riches to give. I am not enlightened. I am often awkward and my words come out wrong. I am shy. I like to isolate and be left alone. I am a old and I am too young. I am selfish and I am ugly. I am a coward and a scoundrel.
But wait there is someone who is feeling down and out. What blessing could offer them?
My feet move and my hand goes out and this voice says, "Howdy". And the "hi" coming back is weaker than mine own voice. So I stumble and say "que pasa?" and "nada" comes back a little stronger. And I say "at least we are getting some rain in this desert". And "damn rain" comes back stronger yet.
Time for a pause as we are both not that sociable. Then squeaking out of my voice comes "is there any thing I can do for ya?" Instead of a request for dollar a smoke or a drink, comes a self respecting "I could use a slice of pizza". And I am blessed for I have two dollars to buy him that slice.
You see I got nothing to give, like the little drummer boy.
The man gave me blessing by accepting my small gift of love.
And I do truly believe I gave to him some blessing by acknowledging him and our likeness. No danged lightening bolts, no voice from on high.
But he and I got a blessing rising us above that zero mark and maybe just maybe giving us 100 for the hour or day or even just the moment.
Therein lies the blessing any man can give or receive. Namaste', Hallelujah, amen and carry on brothers and sista's.