Miracle of Helping Others
In a Self-Destruct-mode?
Our friends from the East, as always, bring such refreshing insight
into the human condition. Coming from a civilization so old and full of
wisdom, one can always expect to receive the right counsel for any
situation. It is always to the East that the great philosophers have
turned in times of turmoil and when we all suffer from the folly of our stupidity or lack of insight.
The Western world suffers from a great dichotomy
between what is The Way and how do we achieve it, and the
existential-angst of nothingness, or what it means to be all alone in
an uncaring universe. Mostly the West has turned to the power of the purse, the devil and the dollar, and faulty, if not well intentioned, thinking.
I don't pretend to have answers to the great questions that plague and drive tormented souls to self- destruct through the many alternatives that are all too present around us. I have seen many deaths, probably far too many who I knew well, but nothing to compare with what some have had to witness and suffer, such as the wholesale loss of families and friends during the last and now the present century.
Life, as our great writers and composers,
film makers and artists suggest does point to the futility of it all at
times. While things suck, they don't do so all the time, and the gods
do not quench their furies on a select few chosen for the mole on the
cheek or the strange limp, the mental differences between brothers,
the birth order, or some other random quirk of birth. We are alll born
incomplete in an imperfect world that may seem like it is saying: I
don't want you here. and I don't care about you. If no one is there to
show the folly of this erroneous assumption, a whole life may be spent
outside the banquet of life. The individual may seek another
awareness or complimentary experience through another person, by
looking for ways to self-destruct, by seeking dangerous, dead ends, or
through popular drugs or at the bottom of a bottle. How can one seek and find an identity while absorbed in such wasteful past times?
happen every day, however, such as when a small voice reaches out
through the pain and asks for help from those who only five minutes ago
were defined as strangers. The message is simple. "Hang on! We are here for you and we care."
Those with blinders on will continue to stumble about, cursing
the steepness and the strangness of the path, wanting to blame God,
except they don't believe in the possibility, looking for miracles like
the parting of the Red Sea, or Christ walking on water. Others wander
from each new fad or ghru seeking "enlightenment" in the brand new
temple, practice, or "wisdom." Later, they kick themselves for not
knowing the futility in their empty gesture to find a faith that works
for them. With a lighter wallet and heavier heart, they realize they
have missed something, which many intrepret to: there is no God, so I
must be it. Logically, the next step is to make up the rules as life
moves along. There is no need to expand on this recurring theme. Most would agree that it is the lonliest and hardest path of all journeys, with the consequences the most difficult for everyone.
For the writer then, who followed the road of science as a vocation, the explanation for God is not complicated at all, but in the acts of kindness we see, the bloom after a good rain, the sun rising, the questioning child, or the child who has the answer, those who perform healing in the absence of fee, those who forgive, and those who teach, lay down their lives, or serve as an example for others to follow. it is in the good deed-in- itself and not for medals, money, and things acquired. It is in the voices and spirits of those who follow their own faith and reach out with courage and selflessness to help another who is in need.
Thank you for your posts here, and for helping my faith along the tough road of life, lined now with a few more flowers.