It's Not About Me
“My ability to receive and give life and love expands in direct proportion to my understanding of, surrender to, and ability to be with the fact that life and love, my purpose and His truth, really aren't about or centered around me.”
-- Yours Truly
This came to me yesterday in a flash, and I jotted it down as quickly as it arrived, and then I noticed all the areas where it shows up in human life, this invitation to the awareness that things way bigger than my pleasure or even my survival are going on, and that I am not at the epicenter of every movement or event, not by any stretch of overactive imagination. Firstly, in my relationship with myself and God, as indicated in the following two items:
“The purpose of your life is far greater than your own personal fulfillment, your own peace of mind, or even your own happiness. It's far greater than your family, your career, or even your wildest dreams and ambitions. If you want to know why you were placed on this planet, you must begin with God. You were born by His purpose and for His purpose you live.”
-- Rick Warren, simply reflecting the Son
“As Jesus started on his way, a man ran up to him and fell on his knees before him. ‘Good teacher,’ he asked, ‘what must I do to inherit eternal life?’ ‘Why do you call me good?’ Jesus answered. ‘No one is good—except God alone.’”
-- Jesus to the rich young ruler in Mark 10:17-19
And then I noticed it in my relationship with my wife, where I don’t need anything from her in order to see her and love her for who she is. She is more than something I want or someone I want to behave a certain way to make my life better. She is all His, an amazing stroke of pure genius on His part, and I get the privilege to watch Him have His way with her:
“When I say, ‘I love you,’ it's not because I want you for myself or because I am trying to get something from you, all the while thinking I can't have you. In fact, it has nothing to do with me at all. I love who you are, what you do, how you be in the world and how you strive to be. I've seen your kindness and your strength. I've seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You are one hell of a woman.”
-- Joss Whedon - Screenwriter, Producer, and Creator of the recent TV Show
“Buffy and the Vampire Slayer” – in a scene where Spike says this to Buffy
And then I saw it in my parenthood, where clearly my children are not mine to stress over and "present" to the world, not just a reflection of my over-stressed parental performance anxiety, but instead are rare gifts to be treasured:
“Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, they belong not to you.”
-- from Kahlil Gibran’s “On Children”
And then I remembered what friendship really is, and that it is not fixing or helping or clinging or coddling, but is purely loving and observing and waiting on Him, together:
“The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing, and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares."
-- Henri Nouwen
And then I remembered what stewardship really is, remembering my days at Johnson & Johnson from 1978 – 1985, including these days while I was getting my MBA and taking Business Ethics when this story went down in late 1982:
“When terrorists laced Tylenol capsules with cyanide in the mid-1980s, the Johnson & Johnson CEO at the time, Jim Burke, understood that his company ‘Credo’ challenged him to always put the needs of customers first. Although J&J was not responsible for the poisoning problem, Burke nevertheless recalled every Tylenol product from the marketplace, risking the company’s financial health to do what Robert Wood Johnson’s vision insisted upon.”
-- William George
And finally, here: let’s step back a moment to gain some startling clarity about and perspective on how big we really are:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YL4cFjmnQT8&feature=related
And then it all sunk in – after all of the above took shape - that He is the amazing Creator of all of it, and He loves me - deeply, personally, and intimately - and that His love for me is not diminished in the least by the fact that He loves every little thing He created, because He is certainly BIG enough for that, and He invites me to actively and enthusiastically participate in HIS BIGNESS (an integrated right brain activity focused on “Oneness” with all that is) vs. wallowing and staying stuck in my smallness (being left only to ruminate and worry about the “needs of my separate identity” in my left brain).
P.S. Being “stuck” in my left brain looks something like this

And then, after completing the above words, this showed up, in perfect harmony, directed by and reflected from Him:
“What might happen if we simply accepted our place as Son reflectors? Such a shift comes so stubbornly, however. We’ve been demanding our way and stamping our feet since infancy. Aren’t we all born with a default drive set on self-centeredness? I want a spouse who makes me happy and coworkers who always ask my opinion. I want weather that suits me and traffic that helps me and a government that serves me. It is all about me. We relate to the advertisement that headlined, ‘For the man who thinks the world revolves around him.’ A prominent actress justified her appearance in a porn magazine by saying, ‘I wanted to express myself.’
Self-promotion. Self-preservation. Self-centeredness. It’s all about me! They all told us it was, didn’t they? Weren’t we urged to look out for number one? To find our place in the sun? To make a name for ourselves? We thought self-celebration would make us really happy… But how is that working for you? What chaos this philosophy creates. What if a symphony followed such an approach? Can you imagine an orchestra with an ‘It’s all about me’ outlook? Each artist clamoring for self-expression. Tubas blasting nonstop. Percussionists pounding to get attention. The cellist shoving the flutist out of the center-stage chair. The trumpeter standing atop the conductor’s stool tooting his horn. Sheet music disregarded. Conductor ignored. What do you have but an endless tune-up session leading to disaster! Harmony? Hardly. Happiness? Are the musicians happy to be in the group? Not at all. Who enjoys contributing to a cacophony? You don’t. We don’t. We were not made to live this way. But aren’t we guilty of choosing and doing just that?
No wonder our homes are so noisy, businesses so stress-filled, government so cutthroat, and harmony so rare. If you think it’s all about you, and I think it’s all about me, we have no hope for a melody. We’ve chased so many skinny rabbits that we’ve missed the fat one: the God-centered life. What would happen if we took our places and played our parts, trusting the Conductor? If we played the music the Maestro gave us to play? If we made His song our highest priority? Would we see a change in families and relationships. We’d certainly hear a change. Less ‘Here is what I want!’ More ‘What might God be wanting here?’ Knowing that THAT is the way great music occurs.”
-- Max Lucado, in It’s Not About Me
The opposite of the Twelve Step “Ego Prayer” that goes something like this, and is deadly:
Thank You, God, for pulling me out of the swamp of my addiction and restoring me to my self-sufficiency; I got it from here.
is this one, we'll call it the “Spirit’s Prayer” that goes like this, and is life-giving:
Thank You, God, for rescuing me from the pursuit of the life I thought I wanted, that I thought would make me happy. I am so glad that You know better what grows and nourishes and protects me; it’s all Yours from here.
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