Here we go again, with the blank page and blinking cursor taunting me, coupled with a cacophony of voices clamoring for attention, “Me, ME, no, me!” Everybody wants to get into the act. Which “me” will it be today? My muddled mind considers the possibilities. It could be a long morning. Hmmm.
The loudest voice today is the “me” that comes with a body attached—you know, the one that requires a lifetime of food, shelter, and clothing?
Have you ever thought about how much time, effort, energy, and work we must expend simply to maintain our physical selves? A third of our lives? Half? More? It boggles the mind. I keep thinking about how clever God is to have set us up with this dense, physical contraption that we walk around in all day, the vehicle that transports us through a lifetime of providing for its varied myriad of needs.
Donald Trump sometimes blames a “rigged system” for whatever it is that happens to be displeasing him at the moment, and I wonder—are we living in a rigged system set up with bodies designed as textbooks to teach us what we need to learn?
I use my own life as an example, typical of so many others. I begin my lessons by being born into a family populated with people who can try and test me on every level. I live under the same roof, breathe the same air, and deal with the assorted personality quirks that come with the territory. There I are stuck until I am well educated and mature enough to move out and move on.
In case I have not learned from family relationships, Part 2 of my learning thrusts me out into the next phase of my life into survival mode where I must work to earn a living to support my physical body to survive. Rent, food, and shelter is expensive, even before adding in the rest of what’s needed for the living of life. Eventually, I get married, start a family, and in the process, up the ante of relational challenges.
It seems to me that a very brilliant God has rigged the system to make sure that we will be given every opportunity to learn what we came for. The good news is that it is rigged in our favor. If we don’t get the lesson one way, we will get it another.
Our bodies serve as teachers, purveyors of endless possibility for physical and spiritual growth. If we haven’t aced Relationship 101 in our family classroom, we are given another opportunity in the workplace, where once again, we are tried and tested by other characters on the stage of our life.
This all makes me wonder—once we leave these bodies, will we find ourselves walking around in an afterlife as etheric beings without need for food, shelter, and clothing? Will we still have lessons to learn but without need for the care and maintenance of dense physical bodies? Whoa. What a concept. No need for spending a huge percentage of existence walking around in survival mode. To imagine the freedom is mind boggling.
The very idea of that much freedom makes me want to work harder to do whatever I must in order to earn my way into the next phase, whatever that might be. It makes me ask myself what percentage of time and energy I spend on my spiritual growth compared to my physical survival. It makes me want to work harder while I’m here.
Body by design. What a clever plan. What an amazing gift.. What a brilliant God.
Note: The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).