|Addendum October, 2006
| I thought it might be appropriate to do a little study
on the interaction of our inner life with our outer life.
The scriptures offer us some insights
into the dialogue between these two.
We will cover some of them here…
and I encourage you to study this rich subject, also.
Remember as we read these scriptures,
soul is referring to our inner life.
“Bless the Lord, O my soul; and all that is within me,
bless His holy name!
Bless the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits” (Psalm 103:1-2).
(I wonder who is doing the talking to the soul.
Could it be our outer self speaking to our inner self…
mind speaking to soul?)
“Why are you cast down, O my soul?
And why are you disquieted within me?
Hope in God….” (Psalm 42:5, 11).
(Again, who is talking to whom?)
“Cause me to hear Your lovingkindness in the morning,
for in You do I trust;
cause me to know the way in which I should walk,
for I lift up my soul to You” (Psalm 143:11).
(Who is lifting up whom here?
Could it be my outer self lifting up my inner self?
I am trying to deepen the idea
that we have these two, rich intertwined parts
that play on each other.
When people come for therapy usually
these two parts are greatly polarized within them.
“A house divided against itself can not stand” (Mark 3:25).
(A person feels enormous pain in this condition.
It may be that the soul is
groping to hear from the Lord
while the outer self (the mind and ego)
travels selfishly in its own wisdom apart from God.
Our willfulness causes great harm and grief to the inner self, our souls.)
Hannah replied, “I am a woman who is deeply troubled.
I was pouring out my soul to the Lord” (I Samuel 1:15).
(Again, we see “I” laboring on behalf of the soul…
the outer serving the inner.)
“The truth is I turn away from myself…and God, too.
When I am away from me,
I get distant and depressed.
I get tangled up in others—
having forgotten what I once knew.
That’s why everything I do has some weird failure in it.
When my pain gets great enough, one thing I know:
I am satisfied when we meet again…
its like making up after a long quarrel.
And God’s presence is felt once more” (Anonymous).
I Am Not I
I am not I.
I am this one.
Walking beside me whom I do not see,
Whom at times I manage to visit,
And at other times I forget.
The one who remains silent when I talk,
The one who forgives, sweet, when I hate,
The one who takes a walk when I am indoors,
The one who will remain standing when I die.
(Juan Ramon Jimenez)