A week ago I was driving through one of the back neighborhoods of Charleston. Driving past one of the seemingly endless hole-in-the-wall Baptist/AME/fundamentalist/Pentecostal churches that sprout up in the South, I saw a sign in the yard. The top line had the words “Breaking Through.” The rest of the sign was lost in the weeds, but those two words were enough.
Somebody I knew in university went through an emotional crisis. Over the years we have seen more and more headlines as these crises end in either suicide, murder or some combination of the two. The guy got to a counsellor who told him that he had had an emotional break through. I admit to looking at the guy funny when he repeated that to me. Back then we said somebody had a breakdown. He insisted his shrink called it a break through. He had broken through the old emotional garbage that had tormented him. He had the option to break through to a new life.
Every moment of every day of our lives is the time to break through.
Get out of Dodge.
Hit the highway.
Literally and spiritually.
Many of us live in one or two towns in our lives. We prefer to keep them near each other, maybe a few miles away in the same area or state. Some people move across states and countries.
Sometimes we move across realities. We break through to worlds we had ignored or forgotten that exist inside of us. We are worlds away from where we need to be. We break through from our old reality to the new reality where we need to be. We not only do this in dramatic ways like moving across countries.
Sit down and go inside of yorself. Make a coffee date with yourself. A woman I met years ago talks about how every morning she makes a pot of coffee. She pours herself a cup and pours a cup for Jesus. They sit at her kitchen table looking out over a greenway with her meditation book. She reads. They discuss what she read. After a half hour or hour my friend and Jesus get up and go about their days. If I did not know what a devout Boston Irish Catholic this woman is, and how utterly sane, I might have wondered about her. But in my line of life when somebody talks about having daily conversations with their God—whatever they call God—I listen.
I want what they have.
I want to learn. I want to break through in always new and better ways. It doesn’t matter how many years I’ve taught spirituality or to how many different people. There is always new and better to learn. God is just marvelous at giving us more and new and better ways of connecting our souls to Him.
Births and marriages and good times are when we consciously think of breaking through to a deeper, richer spirituality. Last week when my twin died gave me a fantastic opportunity to break through. I can’t say I’m thrilled about seeing life suddenly grabbed out of somebody who was so incredibly vital and alive a few weeks ago. I am at peace with the knowledge that the horrible disease which abruptly struck his body dead released his soul.
My brother had wanted release all of his life. We both have always wanted to return Home. He got the desire of our souls before me. He broke out of his body and into reality.
Those of us who continue life after the physical death of somebody we love can honestly admit we are not pleased with the prospect. One of these days I expect I’ll tire of cursing God for taking my brother so young. Not yet.
Break through. Tell God what you actually think of Him. He already knows. He just doesn’t know if you love yourself enough to be honest with yourself.
Break out of your corner. Get out in the middle of the spiritual stream. Tell God what you think. Tell yourself what you believe in your heart of hearts. Break through to life.
You are more than you appear to yourself.
Come out of your closet.