Love Your Neighbour As Yourself

I have been pondering a thought about ‘loving one’s neighbour as one’s self’.

Jesus said that if the Supreme Authoritative Deity is our own, we hold to Him, then He would be so much to us; completeness; our whole heart, soul and mind. He said that subsequent to that, we would in a similar manner view others as we do ourselves.

My thought is this:

Do we usually presume to have a similar whole, complete fondness for ourselves and are therefore being forced to feel the same way toward those within our spheres…

…or is it just a fact that we will ‘love’ others as we love ourselves (or not love ourselves, as the case may be)?

Is it a natural progression that if I am ashamed of myself, I will subsequently shame others?

If I loathe myself, I will subsequently loathe others?

If I hate myself, I will subsequently hate others?

If I don’t forgive myself, I will subsequently be unforgiving toward others?

If I pass judgement on myself, I will subsequently be judgemental of others?

Etcetera.

Further to this:

If my relationship to the Supreme Authoritative Deity of merciful justice, loving compassion and sacrificial provision is not one of love in wholeness, will my relationship with others be likewise – without love in wholeness?

I will endeavour to love my Designer, Creator and Restorer as He loves me. I will likewise endeavour to love myself as He loves me. I believe I will more naturally love you, similarly, as a result.

Please accept this as my love commitment to us.

Sustainer

Crouched, huddled, humbled

Cowering in grief and loneliness

Hunched over, enveloped in darkness

Afraid, ashamed and alone;

Albeit desirous of great comfort, forgiveness, connection,

Emancipation, peace, deliverance

 

And yet, I hear a voice.

Soothing, inaudible – yet not.

Distinct, definitive, refreshing

Dare I turn?

Dare I look upward?

Dare I risk vulnerability?

Light?

 

I must!

I can no longer live in fear and uncertainty.

This is not living.

 

Rolling, unraveling

Standing, turning, reaching

The Voice is Light, and Rock, and Mountain Height

Where the eagle rests,

Out of reach of any who would prevail in the valley

 

Still the voice calls.

I am drawn, but I cannot reach.

I whisper.

I breathe afresh

Deeply, drawing in refreshment

Expelling all that would hinder

 

I call aloud to the Voice, the Rock, the Height above all.

Desperate, pleading, repenting of all that has been my own;

All that has left me entailed to the dark of fear and shame

 

I am lifted up,

On eagle wings,

To lofty peak,

In crevice rest.

Above

Beyond

Safe

Free

Untouchable by darkness

I see the Light shine on me.

Unhindered view

The warmth of wings – of comfort

The security of Rock – fortress

 

I sleep in peace

Nourishment is sweet

No fear of abandonment

The Voice, ever present

 

Only when He has prepared me

Shall we go on from here

Together

One

The Sustainer and the sustained

 

6/3/2015