WEARY OF WORDS
Words. They’re remarkable tools for communicating ideas and information, yet nearly useless in the domain of spiritual transformation. They patronize the ego, excite the sense, and make little difference in the end. They can make a person knowledgeable, fill their head with ideas, but wisdom does not accrue this way.
When I was a young man, I sought to know God with my mind, to understand secrets, mysteries. If I had any success at all, at best I merely knew about God. I’d succeeded in filling my head with knowledge, facile aphorisms that impressed in church lobbies and university classrooms, but made little impact on anything real inside.
I’ve come to the point where ideas mean less and less. I don’t care to accumulate them and find myself less and less prone to sharing them. There is but one litmus test: will this aid in transformation? If not, I release it and tend to forget it. It’s the only thing that matters to me anymore.