Who Does This Christian Guy Think He Is, Anyway?

Via on Aug 23, 2010

Prompted by the brouhaha surrounding my last post—Buddhists Have It Wrong About Original Sin—I have decided that it is time to come clean with the Elephant community: I am a pretty “out there” Christian. There are more of us than you might think, but lest anyone get the wrong idea, I thought I ought to come clean about where I am coming from. The following extract from my blog Little Teaboys Everywhere should clear the air.

Does anyone write something where something has been already written?
Or plant a sapling where one already grows?
No: he looks for a blank piece of paper,
and sows the seed where none has yet been sown.
Brother, sister: be bare earth,
be clean paper, untouched by writing,
so that you may be ennobled by the pen of revelation—
so that the Gracious One may sow seed within you. –Jalaluddin Rumi[i]

I want to die.

.(No, not like that, friends–keep reading.)

Unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains a grain, and nothing more–but if it dies, it bears much fruit.[ii]

God, help me to bear fruit; help me to die.

I am so heartily weary of myself. My every breath shouts, “I, I, I, I, I.” Let me disappear to myself; give me rest from the unremitting labor of self-assertion. Let me be a witness, an observer, a passerby.

All my life, I have asked You to help me, but what I have actually meant is, Do it for me. I have asked You for strength, but what I have wanted is ease. I would have every valley raised, every mountain made low—but without my having to die first. I do not ask You for this any longer. I ask to die.

I do not ask You to help me find the way You have set before me. I do not even know that You have set one, and such as there is to find, I understand now that I must find myself. Help me to look, to listen. Help me to quiet the roaring in my head that shouts down Your still, small voice. I have barricaded myself against You, and I do not ask You to storm the barricades; I ask only that I may persevere in dismantling them myself.

My universe has been so narrow, and I have tried to confine You within its compass. (Forgive me; I did it in love.) You set the seas their boundaries which they may not cross,[iii] but Your children You have created for freedom.

You have not received the spirit of slaves that leads you into fear again. Rather, you have received the spirit of God’s adopted children by which we call out, “Abba! Father!”[iv]

Now, if any would say, “You must use these words, these sacraments,” I will not listen; and if any would set themselves between me and You, I will not heed them; and if any would deny the freedom of my soul, they shall be to me as a venomous serpent: a splendid creation of Yours, to be avoided for my own safety. Freedom, O Freedom, is the cry of the soul.[v]

And surely Vivekananda discerned You;
And surely Lawrence of the Resurrection labored with You;
And surely Teresa built a castle for You;
And surely Black Elk saw visions from You;
And surely Rumi sang of You;
And surely Francis gave all for You;
And surely Socrates groped after You;
And surely Bach musicked Your creation;
And surely Elisha put on You like a garment;
And surely the Buddha served You even in denying You;
And surely in Jesus You lived our life and died our death;
And surely in Him, I will rise as He did.

And if any would chant Hari Om to the Resplendent Lord, I would be a bhakta among them;
And if any would ponder the Impersonal Absolute, I would sit down, a yogi among them;
And if any would shout salvation’s story in concert with the blood-washed band, I would lift up my voice with theirs;
And if any would sing la illaha il Allah in the whirling dance, I would polish the mirror of  my heart with them;
And if any would commune with angels and archangels and all the company of heaven, I  would receive Your Body and Blood with them.

Jesus, as my vision grows greater, You do not diminish within it—rather, You grow greater, too. My devotion to You increases as the universe around You expands, as the radiance of a jewel is increased by its setting.

Let me never try to force You back into that narrow space;
let me never begin a sentence with “God couldn’t;”
let me be bare earth, clean paper.

My little girl wants to walk along the top of a wall. “Hold my hand, Daddy,” she says. She is eager to walk, but unsteady and fearful. Steady my footsteps; bolster my willing but timorous spirit. At the right time, take away Your hand.

I am learning.


[i] Translated by Camille Helmiski

[ii] John 12:24

[iii] Psalm 104:9

[iv] Romans 8:15

[v] Swami Vivekananda, “What is Religion?”


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About Alex Myles

Alex Myles is qualified as a Yoga teacher, Reiki Master, Teacher of Tibetan Meditation, Dragon Magic and a Spiritual coach to name just a few. Alex has no intention to teach others on a formal basis for many years to come, instead, she is collecting qualifications along with life’s lessons. One day, when the time is right, Alex will set up a quaint studio, in a quirky crooked building where she will breathe and appreciate the slowness of those days as life is just way too busy right now! Reading and writing has always been one of Alex’s passions. Alex likes to consider herself as a free spirit rather than a commitment-phobe. Trying to live as aligned to a Buddhist lifestyle as is possible in this day and age, she just does not believe in "owning" anything or anyone. Based on the theory that we ‘cannot lose someone that was not ours to lose’ she flails through life finding joy and magic in the most unexpected places. Mother to a 21 year old daughter and three adorable pups, she appreciates that some of the best moments in life are the 6am forest walks watching the dogs run, play and interact with one another and with nature. Connect with her on Facebook and check out her blog, Love and Madness. 

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