WORDS LIKE LIGHT
Monday, March 14, 2022
It’s strange for me to realize, again this morning, that I often worship idols. No, I don’t literally bow down before an object, but I worship nonetheless, and my biggest, most important idol is matter. I worship things. Right now, for instance, as I’m writing, I have beside me my sacred cup of coffee, which, in a sense, I bow down to. It’s as if coffee has precious powers that I truly need, and therefore is worthy of worship. I venerate countless other idols, as well – my body, for instance. I seem to believe that my physical body has some of the highest powers in the universe – that slight pain in the stomach can start a turmoil in my life, that a headache can turn happiness into adversity. It’s as if I bow down to my body each morning and beg it to bring me ease and wellbeing.
Today, I hope I can worship the only truly worthy idol – the supreme and blessed present moment. All the power in the universe exists and asserts itself right here and now, always. Isn’t that deserving of worship? Each moment makes a brand new miracle. Isn’t that worthy of my absolute reverence? Maybe I should do some bowing today as the moments present their amazing wonders.
IN HAMMER In Hammer, HI, USA, people pound their problems with silence and friendliness, and all difficulties are hammered with the softest patience until they spread out like smooth and restful gifts. In Hammer, any meanness is clobbered with kindliness, and a quiet summer sky can always bash discouragement so it softly disappears. People here carry clubs made of gentleness. If you visit Hammer, be ready to be beaten.