Wednesday, December 23, 2009
A Holiday Letter from Reverend Misa
This is a holiday story I seldom tell, but this year seems like the right year for sharing. I was living in Sedona, and staying with friends. It was just a few weeks before Christmas. I’d had a rather average day and went to bed at my usual time—nothing special.
In the middle of the night I was filled with the most intense, profound and unconditional love I have ever experienced. It was Jesus and every cell in my body was shaking in the presence of such immense love.
He was not loving me because I had done something special or right, or owned a certain set of beliefs. I had simply been wondering, over the past few days, what it must have been like for Mary Magdalene to have loved him. There he was, loving me in the most extraordinary way.
In the midst of my trembling, I heard a voice, not his, telling me I would write a song for him for Christmas. When I had held as much love as I possibly could, I told Jesus that was as much as I was ready to hold and his presence left.
I laid there in bed, dripping in sweat, completely exhausted. My first thought was, “I don’t especially like Christmas songs, why would you want me to write one?” The second was the realization that his love had no limits and no conditions.
He didn’t love me because I was Christian or was not Christian, or because I espoused that he was my savior. I believe he came because I wondered what it would be like to love him, and he was giving me an opportunity to find out. What I discovered is that his love was as unconditional as I have ever experienced.
Over the next few days, I reflected on this event, realizing that what I didn’t like about so much of the Christmas music I had heard is that so many of the songs glorified Jesus as a king and savior, seeming to miss this recognition of the tremendous love he carried within his heart and taught us to discover within ourselves. That’s when I understood why I had been asked to write a song.
I believed Jesus when he called all of us, including himself, children of God and did not raise himself above any other. I believed him when he said we would do greater works than he had done in his lifetime. I believed that what made him so special was his capacity to love without condition. That was his gift to us.
We are all so special. I see that every time I do a life path reading for someone. We are each so very magnificent. When I attach to my ego and start thinking I am more special than those I serve, I remember the readings I have given. I remember that in today’s vernacular, Jesus and Mary were people of color. I remind myself we are all special and worthy of the profound love I experienced when Jesus came to me.
Then I ask myself, “Misa, how much more love are you capable of holding? Have you fully accepted Jesus’ invitation to love?” Then I stretch my heart beyond its limits.
Recently, a friend called to suggest I was limiting how much love I was holding, and that my heart had the capacity to hold much more than I was allowing. He was right. He was so right. That very day, I sat to meditate and opened up to the love that was right there, waiting to be acknowledged.
Since that incredible visitation, masters from other traditions, both masculine and feminine, have visited me and guided me into my greater capacity to love. Because of them, I know that the blessings of the Divine flow through all spiritual traditions and all of creation. After experiencing such expansive, inclusive, Divine love, who am I to ever limit the capacity of God’s love?
As we arrive at the holidays of Christmas and Kwanzaa, I celebrate the great joy of living in my fullest capacity. As I consider the seven principles of Kwanzaa, I am proud to be human. Who among us would not grow significantly by reflecting on the concepts of: unity, self-determination, collective work and responsibility, cooperative economics, purpose, creativity and faith?
If we were all to stop to reflect on these principles, I can only imagine that we would create a more loving world. That is my dream for the holidays and one that I know many of us share.
This holiday season, I invite you to find a few quiet minutes in which to light a candle or a fire. Surrounded in the comforting blanket of darkness and the warm glow of the fire, join me in reflecting upon your own capacity for love. Open your heart further than it has ever opened before, linger in that love, and then invite yourself to live in that expanded loving space each and every day.
In my heart and songs,
By the way, I did write the song. It is called “Song of Morning Star” and can be found on my Awaken the Dream CD at Spirit Treasures