When I was a kid and my parents were still together we had some farm land about two hours from my home town and we would go up there every summer. My dad farmed and my mom, who was trained as a teacher, stressed about being a farm wife. One year we raised some chickens and my dad told me that a certain kind of chicken can live without having a head. I remember trying to work that out in my own head.
How would the chicken eat, how would it see or hear without its head? You may know where this story is headed. At any rate The ax comes out, the head comes off and the chicken takes off scrambling without his head and there is a brief moment of excitement at this strange new phenomenon. Of course this is followed by the saddy sads when the chicken stops moving and you realize it is dead, and your dad was having a little fun at your expense as I am sure his dad did when he was but a wee lad himself.
That story has little to do with what follows other than I thought about starting this little essay with the phrase, I was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. I thought that was a little too pedestrian when it comes to using metaphors. I thought chicken with its head detached was a little better and that is when I remembered the above story.
At any rate I was driving around trying to find a couple of fires to cover for the local radio station website I write for. I was moving pretty fast on the outside and feeling pretty peaceful on the inside.
Now I have met a few spiritual people in my life that can hear their spirit guides which I assume are Angels talking to them and helping them along. I don’t have nothing like that all though one time when I was living on the streets in Texas I did hear a very sweet voice whisper the world California to me. Never did get out there however. But as I was driving feeling the peace and joy moving through me, a peculiar thought came to me, it was: “rescued by your love for me.”
It is my belief that a love for God is planted in every heart. The thing about Jesus he didn’t leave a bunch of fancy stretching exercises, dietary restrictions or breathing patterns to help us find God. His instructions were pretty simple. Number one being: “You shall love the Lord, your God with all your heart, all your soul and with all your mind.” So God was telling me he didn’t rescue me from all that chaos, blues and hardship I had created in my life, but that my love for him rescued me from a shame and pain filled life into one I truly enjoy leading.
You got a little time right now? Half an hour? Twenty minutes? Five? Take it and use it to tell God, in your own words, just how much you love him. Your heart is going to react with joy, because you are finally using your heart in the right way and it knows the truth of things. This type of spiritual practice will also lead you, as if by magic, to being more grateful, which in turn we lead to more peace and contentment.
This is an especially powerful practice when things are not going your way, you are down on your luck and don’t have a prayer in the world. The strange thing is we have a huge capacity to love God and as I said it can rescue us from all sorts of situations. But it pales in comparison to his infinite love for us. That deadly combination of loving a God dearly who loves you dearly can open the gates of heaven in your heart.
Hobo John here, I love you with everything that I have. Just a little reminder that you don’t have to run around like a chicken without a head to find a God who is right inside your heart.
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