I'm sure you have seen, or at least know something about the tv program, 'Who Do You Think You Are?'.
GET READY FOR A SURPRISE
Each program centres around a celebrity, and through painstaking research we, the viewer, are taken on a fascinating, revealing journey of discovering the family history of that week's celebrity. There seems always to be surprises - and which family hasn't got those - and many tears as the well-heeled and famous celebrity, who seems to have it all put together, discovers a grandparent or great-grandparent who, maybe, had a life of suffering through illness or persecution, a very humble beginning or spent time in a 'workhouse' etc.
It set me thinking. Who do you think you are? Who am I? What is our status, under the Divine, in the cosmos? Are we part of a cosmic accident, just bundles of DNA and carbon, or are we more?
I have some good news! You are more!
But What?
If you listen to some today, they will tell you...and I've heard humanity described as this...we are worms! Or when God looks at us he sees a 'train wreck'! 'He hates us', Ive heard some say. Now, this is not my belief, and it is certainly not part of sacred text's view of humanity. But, sadly there are some who believe that and (even more sadly) propagate that error, thinking they are right!
So, if you are not a worm, and not a 'train wreck'...what are you?
Sacred text says you are the apple of God's eye! You are a much loved child of God. And that the Divine desires a relationship with you and arranges a myriad of numinous events and synchronicities to get your attention. Such events are the ' winks' from the Divine to remind us, to reassure us, to draw us ever closer into a lovers embrace.
HUMANITY IN BLISS
C S Lewis in 'The Great Divorce' portrays a wonderful 'window' into heaven. He writes about seeing a woman radiating light and joy, and the inference that this is an important person, maybe the Vrigin Mary? Maybe not! Who is she? Do read what Lewis writes:
“First came bright Spirits, not the Spirits of men, who danced and scattered flowers. Then, on the left and right, at each side of the forest avenue, came youthful shapes, boys upon one hand, and girls upon the other. If I could remember their singing and write down the notes, no man who read that score would ever grow sick or old. Between them went musicians: and after these a lady in whose honour all this was being done.
I cannot now remember whether she was naked or clothed. If she were naked, then it must have been the almost visible penumbra of her courtesy and joy which produces in my memory the illusion of a great and shining train that followed her across the happy grass. If she were clothed, then the illusion of nakedness is doubtless due to the clarity with which her inmost spirit shone through the clothes. For clothes in that country are not a disguise: the spiritual body lives along each thread and turns them into living organs. A robe or a crown is there as much one of the wearer's features as a lip or an eye.
But I have forgotten. And only partly do I remember the unbearable beauty of her face.
“Is it?...is it?” I whispered to my guide.
“Not at all,” said he. “It's someone you''ll never have heard of. Her name on earth was Sarah Smith and she lived at Golders Green.”
“She seems to be...well, a person of particular importance?”
“Aye. She is one of the great ones. Ye have heard that fame in this country and fame on Earth are two quite different things.”
“And who are these gigantic people...look! They're like emeralds...who are dancing and throwing flowers before here?”
“Haven't ye read your Milton? A thousand liveried angels lackey her.”
“And who are all these young men and women on each side?”
“They are her sons and daughters.”
“She must have had a very large family, Sir.”
“Every young man or boy that met her became her son – even if it was only the boy that brought the meat to her back door. Every girl that met her was her daughter.”
“Isn't that a bit hard on their own parents?”
“No. There are those that steal other people's children. But her motherhood was of a different kind. Those on whom it fell went back to their natural parents loving them more. Few men looked on her without becoming, in a certain fashion, her lovers. But it was the kind of love that made them not less true, but truer, to their own wives.”
“And how...but hullo! What are all these animals? A cat-two cats-dozens of cats. And all those dogs...why, I can't count them. And the birds. And the horses.”
“They are her beasts.”
“Did she keep a sort of zoo? I mean, this is a bit too much.”
“Every beast and bird that came near her had its place in her love. In her they became themselves. And now the abundance of life she has in Christ from the Father flows over into them.”
I looked at my Teacher in amazement.
“Yes,” he said. “It is like when you throw a stone into a pool, and the concentric waves spread out further and further. Who knows where it will end? Redeemed humanity is still young, it has hardly come to its full strength. But already there is joy enough in the little finger of a great saint such as yonder lady to waken all the dead things of the universe into life.”
So, in that modern fable we have a 'picture' of one of the Great Ones.
Who are you? You are, by Divine grace, one of the Great Ones (as depicted in that fable), or as some call them on earth (and with an eye on the future and humanity's future state), one of the Pre-Greats! Sacred text says the Great Ones will rule as co-workers with the Divine, and be higher and judge angels! And that new Kingdom rule has started!
YOU ARE A GREAT ONE, A PRE-GREAT
You are no worm, no train wreck, not unloved. You have meaning and worth! It is one of the tragedies of this age that many believe that the Divine is aloof, far off, is out to trip them up, and that they are powerless. This is akin to a prince or princess being snatched from the Palace by a jealour, courtier and being brought up as a pauper, unaware of his/her regal power and priveliges.
But, you have an elevated status because of the Divine, a noble origin, an awesome calling and purpose, great power, and an incredible destiny, all because of the Divine 'smile' in and on your life.
That's who you are!
Jonathan Tadhg organises Anamcara [literally 'soul friend', spiritual direction] sessions, available wherever you are. For more information, see: http://www.caolait.org/anamcara