Faith determines receptivity which determines availability.
"Are you listening to this? Really listening?"
When they were off by themselves, those who were close to him, along with the Twelve, asked about the stories. He told them, "You've been given insight into God's kingdom—you know how it works. But to those who can't see it yet, everything comes in stories, creating readiness, nudging them toward receptive insight. These are people—
Whose eyes are open but don't see a thing,
Whose ears are open but don't understand a word,
Who avoid making an about-face and getting forgiven."
-- Mark 4:9-12 (The Message)
"Have faith in God," Jesus answered. "I tell you the truth, if anyone says to this mountain, 'Go, throw yourself into the sea,' and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him. Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours. And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive him, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins."
-- Mark 11:22-25 (NIV)
My faith in divine guidance has expanded and enhanced my receptivity to it, which seems to have expanded its availability to that of "on-request," anytime, anywhere, and it's flowing freely now, in the face of much human noise. I am hearing and speaking truth with passion and purpose, and it's not for my benefit at all (not for the Jim I made, in overcompensation out of fear), therefore it's not mine at all, and I need not feel any attachment to it. After all, He said: "Relax my child; stop chasing the work; I will bring it to you; speak the truth and let it go."
And I have become intimately and very personally aware that my experience of peace in the sharing of the truth is a direct result of my faith in Him and my total acceptance of and completion with others, including institutions, recognizing that it is truly well with my soul - that all is in perfect order, that nothing is missing, that everything is in its place, that there is no human, worldly justice needed to be imposed or inflicted anywhere, that no retribution or revenge needs to be carried out or delivered, that there is no victimhood anywhere for me, that He is in control of everything, and I totally accept His guidance.
Whether I am accepted and/or even understood or not in the human realm - loved or hated by people based on my good performance or lack thereof - I am living the life and experiencing the experiences I have chosen, based on listening for and obeying my simple instructions from Him, and I am learning again and again that He and our relationship are all that really matter, and that with that awareness I can walk through any treacherous acrimony or thunderous applause from human beings without making any of that noise matter or mean very much.
God made it clear to me that there are those who will use me and what I share for all kinds of things, whether misquoting me or taking things they think I said out of context when it suits their own purpose, or attempting to discredit me by attributing things to me that I did not do, mean, say, or even think for a moment, or giving me way too much credit and power in their lives, claiming that I have created or done or made possible things for them that they couldn't (or wouldn't) have done for themselves with their own direct and personal access to Him (which is nonsense), making me way too important in their lives (and Him and themselves not nearly important enough). In other words, people are going to be people, and the more I truly follow the lead of Jesus, the more I will experience how people treated him, remembering that he did not accept their brutality or their praise as right or warranted; he simply looked to His Father for all things, including forgiveness for those who either applauded or blamed, exalted or violated him.
So, there is nothing to deny about me or earn from others to compensate for my deficiencies or "too-much-ness" in their eyes. You simply love me, God, and have totally forgiven me for forgetting that from time to time (while trying to act like a god or pursue an alternate one), freeing me to love and forgive others, as You have instructed, no matter what they are doing to or for me, now and forevermore, and thank You.
Recalling my favorite poem once again -
"If," by Rudyard Kipling:
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
P.S. This poem, "If," written in 1895, at one point became so ever-present that it became like cliche - very much made fun of and "parodied." I once had a gift given to me (by a very proper Brit, mind you) of a paperweight with the words "Spivey Rubbish" engraved on it, and I've had people referred to as having been "Spivey'd" after meeting with me and starting to sound like me, and I realized, when you have something meaningful to say, and you find the courage to keep saying it repeatedly, you can expect all kinds of ridiculous treatment (whether adulation or adversitivity), and none of it means anything except that you've entered the public consciousness, wherein you will be chewed up and spit out, and so be it.
But true life is lived above the fray, anyway, up through the noise to the clear skies above, ... and when I image-searched on this phrase, "Above the Fray," here's what first showed up:

Beautiful!
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