This is a rather unconventional concept, but when I read it, I immediately thought of David saying, "Let ALL that is within me bless His holy name"...think about it "ALL" that is within me...what I perceive to be good in me...what I perceive to be bad in me...all...
I am neither endorsing this, nor disagreeing with it...but something about it resonated within me, in the sense that I think it may help someone today. And this probably goes without saying, but the "black dog/white dog" thing isn't meant to be interpreted as anything racially negative...it is what it is...
Good Morning Bishop,
I wasn't sure if this was "blog material" but I did want to share some thoughts with you from my Morning Pages. My gratitude for the way you've changed my paradigm is well.... bottomless. There's more but I wanted to send this before I chickened out:)
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Bishop.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Last night Bishop taught on self-esteem and used the analogy of two wolves living in the basement of my soul. I had always heard it as two dogs, one black, one white but the application was the same. Which one will live? The one that is fed. I used to go along with that analogy wholeheartedly believing that something in me needed to thrive and something needed to die. Now I’m not so sure. In my experience when I strived to ignore the black dog he didn’t die but grew larger demanding more of my thoughts. My time. Me.
It was only when I sat with him, listened to his grievances and concerns, thanked him for his loyalty and service that anything changed. Over the past few years I have confronted my prejudices, my intolerance, my personal wars. It was you, Bishop who taught me that salvation was for all--that everyone has been redeemed and that belief has bled over into the way I see myself. The intolerance and prejudices, the wars that have raged between the “dogs” in me are melting into understanding. I’ve invited all my secret selves to the table and given them a place to speak their mind. Gratitude has replaced disdain. I am learning to thank them all for somehow saving my life. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had a houseful of wild dogs that chewed the furniture, soiled the rugs, barked all night and bit my friends but with compassionate examination I realized they were all doing their best to keep me alive. Funny, after acknowledging their contributions, however skewed, most are willing to peacefully go and lie down. And occasionally one or all might still be needed. I guess it boils down to this. I don’t want to fight anymore. I don’t want to starve anyone anymore. I realize that we’re talking about thought patterns here but I’ve had far more success thanking the “dog” even for the crazy thoughts and saying “tell me more” than by neglect and starvation.
I want to learn to see the best in the world, hope against hope that we will beat our weapons into tractors and come together. And that is my prayer for me. No more ignoring, no more ignorance but compassion and understanding that brings all of me to the table where we give thanks and commune in peace.