As I went deeper and deeper into this universe of Love, an internal voice piped up. It said, "Oh, yeah? What about Woody Allen?"
"Oh, Woody Allen," I thought. "I don't know. I have read too much in the press. I don't really like Woody Allen." Then I thought, "Wait a minute! You are supposed to be praying! Why are you even thinking about Woody Allen!?!"
And back to praying I went. Love. Mary Baker Eddy, an inspired writer on the things of God and man, once wrote, "Love. What a word! I am in awe before it. Over what worlds on worlds it hath range and is sovereign! the underived, the incomparable, the infinite All of good, the alone God, is Love." (Miscellaneous Writings, p. 249) I could actually feel my capacity to love growing in me as I allowed my understanding of God as Love to wrap around and extend to the farthest reaches of all being. It was a priceless moment. And then...
"Do you love Woody Allen?"
I used to get away with saying, "I know that God loves so-and-so," and just leave it there. But if God is Love and I am His image and reflection, can I only be a partial reflection with limitations to my love? I sincerely tried to kick Woody Allen out of my prayer. I was getting uncomfortable with the idea that I was going to have to drop my personal opinions and open myself up completely to Love. And just when I was getting mental push-back full of "Yeah, buts", the internal voice said, "If being able to help someone feel loved by God and to find a healing through prayer depended on your being able to love Woody Allen, would you do it?"
It took a few moments to catch up with what that meant, but I soon saw that the question of love isn't ever about someone's life-story or merit. Love isn't about someone else. It is always about us, the one reflecting the love. Was I going to accept that anyone or anything could limit my capacity to reflect the Love that is God?
I hadn't realized it, but I had apparently always reserved the right to hold a negative opinion of someone, even if it was completely wrong, until that view was proven to be false. Suddenly, this was no longer an acceptable attitude to me. Was I going to allow a lack of love, even for someone I have never actually met, to prevent me from being a clear transparency for God's healing love? I was suddenly in awe of the capacity to love that was in me. I dropped the opinions and fussing about this person and that person and found the freedom to have a bigger love.
I hopped out of bed and located a DVD someone had loaned me that I had never watched even though it was on a subject I was generally interested in. It was a Woody Allen movie. I had set it aside because up til then I hadn't particularly cared for his films. (So sorry, Woody.) I popped it in the machine and watched the whole thing. It was good. I was surprised to find that I really liked it. I now am sure that I love Woody Allen and I like at least one of his films. This is huge. Infinite even.
I am convinced. There are no limits to divine Love. Nothing can withstand or resist it. Love heals. It healed me. It will heal you, too. No one is left out of Love's love. Not me, not you, not Woody Allen.
Love you, Woody!
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