Sermon February 18, 2012 Because I Knew Him
February 19th, 2012By Diane Donovan
I was watching a movie this week, which I saw over the period of a few days. Ever since I got rid of cable, I watch parts of movies whenever I have a few minutes until I complete one. This one was called Hugo, based on the book The Invention of Hugo Cabret by Brian Selznick. Hugo, a young boy lives alone in a clock tower due to tragedy. He is trying to fix an automaton, which we would probably think of as a robot. Hugo is trying to fix the automaton because he believes that it will give him a message from his deceased father that will bring him the comfort and meaning he seeks.
The movie demonstrates quite brilliantly the ways in which humans attempt to find meaning in life. It shows how we lose faith and even think that perhaps we have no meaning to find. Even more brilliantly, the movie guides the viewer on a journey from the loss or the seeking of meaning to the finding of it sitting right in front of you all along. It has been nominated for eleven academy awards for 2011 and is the first family 3D movie ever made by Martin Scorsese. Maybe best of all for me is that the movie is about the need for magic in our life, that magic is not a cheap parlor trick but a real inspiration about all that we can become here. It can show us our purpose in the whole machine of being.
A Course in Miracles (ACIM) this week has been leading the readers down the same path as Hugo, which is some of the magic in life that movies, books or interactions all lead to the same path each and every day of our life. The key then is to wake up and notice the connection we have to the big picture and magically that we are not only part of the big picture; we are an integral part of a picture that wants us to know our self. Then, by knowing our self, we know the big picture because we are not separate from it.
Last Saturday Cheryl quoted from ACIM, “God is my strength. Vision is His gift.” It goes on to say throughout the week:
“God is my Source. I cannot see apart from Him.”
“God is the Light in which I see”
“God is the Mind with which I think.”
“God is the Love in which I forgive.”
“There is nothing to fear.”
And for today, Lesson 49 “God’s Voice speaks to me all through the day.” I woke up with that thought because I read the lessons every night before I go to bed for the next day. I woke up listening.
Really what more is there for you to do then but to breathe, relax and listen? For what reason do we plot and plan and think other than to manifest God in our life? When a person with an addiction goes to a twelve step program, what do they say will create recovery? They tell you to work the twelve steps with a sponsor who has worked them.
Step One: “We admitted we were powerless over alcohol (or substitute your obsession here) – that our lives had become unmanageable.”
Step Two: “Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.”
Step Three: “Made a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of God as we understood Him.”
We are a part of something so grand and so magical that it is easier to complain and look away than to believe the truth. It is simpler to wallow in our pain, suffering and lack than believe some power greater than our thinking wants to assist us and that maybe our pain, suffering and lack are leading us to that home. I don’t know about you but I have lost count of how many times in my life that I have been so miserable and upset that I have given up, surrendered and then looked to God as the source of my discomfort or begged for relief. I have also lost count of how many times a serious miracle occurs immediately, not later but the very moment I surrender to being a cog in the bigger picture I call God.
As watched the movie, it became clear that Hugo is not only a person who fixes clocks, he is a child who brings people back to their wholeness. On Wikipedia I was looking for a quote from a book I love called Breath of God, a book containing several of the most famous religious scriptures from various religions. Instead of the quote, I found a definition of psychology that I have never seen. It stated, “The word “psychology” literally means “study of the soul.”
In Judaism, the soul means the breath “The soul is believed to be given by God to a person by his or her first breath.” The breaths of God are the scriptures that God has given us as directions for the soul here in this experience.
It so happens that whether you watch Hugo, read ACIM or look at the sun rise, you are in communication with God. When you get what you want and when you do not, you are in communication with God. When you are grateful and when you complain, you are communing with God. Maybe the worst of it is that you do not hear all that IT is saying to you because you are so loudly thinking your own self absorbed thoughts about how it SHOULD all be or as ACIM say, you are creating illusions.
This week, my nephew, Mitchell died. He was 39 years old. He was my children’s cousin on their father’s side, his half-sister’s youngest and only living son. He would be the last of that Donovan line except that he has two young children. He was a significant force in my life. His mother was a junkie and so as it happened in those days when I was a very young woman, I let her live with us with her newborn baby Mitchell, her three-year old son Thad along with my two children at the time Barbara and David, ages two and four. Mitchell was neglected by his mother and I talked her into putting him up for adoption. She did it but then when he about nine months old, her alcoholic father talked her into taking him back, to live a life with drug addicts. When he was three years old, he came to live with us again because his mother was in a drug induced coma and it took her a year to recover. We were told they found him in a crib where he had been trapped while she lay on the floor for twenty-four hours. We thought about adopting Mitchell but she would not have that unless we took her in as well. So again he left to live with drug addicts and his alcoholic grandparents. In those days, children did not get taken away so easily. Finally, he came to live with me again when he was about 15 for a short time. I was long divorced from the family but to me he was like a child I could have raised but for the drug addicted parents, I was blocked. I don’t know if his mother was dead by this time. Where was she, dead or alive she was never present? Finally, I heard he had joined the military and served his country in Iraq. He seemed to have surpassed his struggles and lack of family support to create and life and family. Then, he left the victim of an aneurysm I have heard. I loved him and losing him was like losing a child over and over throughout his life. I lost him many times and yet maybe I was his psychologist for the time I had him. I was the one who was given a little time to guide his soul in this life. He came to me when he most needed care and left like a cloud passes through the sky, always changing. Such is everyone and everything in our life, transient.
I think of Mitchell just like Hugo thought of the automaton. I thought I could fix him and then I thought I failed. The key word here is I thought. In fact, I cared for him and loved him when he was there, not always as well as I wished I could but I made it my business to pay attention to the situation and do what I could with what was in front of me with what ability I had at the time. In the end, he goes on through his children and through our memory of him. He was a sweet and adorable child who was an integral part of life and lived a life that had a meaning for who knows how many. I only know he existed and meant something special for me. Now he has love and peace.