so the other night i was led through an old Catholic prayer exersize. it was quite amazing. the ritual was simple:
we closed our eyes
we blocked out, one at a time the external influences
then we started to imagine
imagine a road that represents your life. it could be a path, a paved road, a walkway. what is it?
what does it look like? where is this path? what are its characterstics
picture yourself walking down the road of your life. you have something in your hand
what is it?
now imagine Jesus next to you, walking down the path. what does he say? how does he inter act?
so that was the excrsise. here was my results. supposedly everything means something.
my path was an old suburban sidewalk. the larges cement tiles of the sidewalk were old, some were shifted and moved, some had grass growing through them. i was walking in an old neighborhood. it was long, and run down, but there was something at the end. a large house or mansion or something.
in my hand was a torch. an old ancient copper or metal torch. at first i thought a torch was dumb, i changed it to a gun in my head because i thought that would be cooler, but it still ended up being a torch.
Jesus came, he said nothing. i found myself talking to him, saying sorry that my path was so run down. he said nothign...just walked with me to the end.
weird.......i guess my path is pretty normal, there is a goal...i can light the way but i dont....JEsus leads....is that it? i have no idea.
