Personal Sovereignty

Personal Sovereignty, a little discussed yet seemingly crucial virtue is a common found cornerstone upon which empires, industries, and movements have been built. A man who finds himself adrift in a world swarming with opinions, lies, advertisements, and false logic must find within himself a territory known and ruled by that man alongside God himself.
Upon establishing such a place, and how one might go about doing so is a topic for another day, one finds himself at odds with the world itself. Ideological and combative, this man will perceive any inquisitor or contrarian an enemy. An enemy not only of his ideas, but of his deepest being. A knife to the core.
So then, what is right in regards to sovereignty? This is no easy question, and to find any semblance of an answer requires much nuance and flexibility. I have often made the mistake of conflating process and values. I think for instance, the scientific method, the Bible, or meditation might be my guiding lines. However, these various avenues are simply avenues, not values.
Values allow any assault to fall, any questions to be felted in an unemotional and level headed manner. If something is a true value, you hold to it because you have seen it’s merit in your life and installed it permanently. Things like humility, competitiveness, curiosity, and dedication are all examples of such values.
It is in these things a man must find sovereignty. Not in victory, discovery, or accomplishment. These are all beneficial outgrowths of properly set values to which a man must remain sovereign.

The inevitability of change

“A bitter cucumber? Throw it away. Brambles on the path? Walk around them. That is sufficient. Do not go on to say: Why do such things exist in the world?”-Marcus Aurelius


Endings are hard.  When stripped of the romantic, sensationalized pain, they’re just plain hard.

This has been a week of endings in my life. I graduated, two days after it was announced that my college was closing for good.

The ceremony was a strange mix of celebration, pain, and a strange and dissonant guilt. The endless congratulatory jargon which inevitably accompanies such an event passed for nothing more than misguided formalities. Words affirming our hard work and dedication only placed a greater emphasis on the injustice towards the hundreds of dedicated students with nothing to show for their work and even less of a plan to move forward.

There is an inevitable tendency in such situations to seek answers. As though the pain felt might be cured by some elusive explanation. This of course is ridiculous when placed on the table for examination.

Anger and strife often accompany difficulty.  They have a subtle way of removing ones responsibility to act and instead lead one to try to explain. However, as I said earlier, this does no good.

It would seem when faced with insurmountable injustice and hardship, we are left only with one option. To act. Embrace that which is the only constant in our universe, change. Marcus Aurelius once said “Does man fear change? What can come to be without change? What is more dear or belongs more to the nature of the Whole? …Can you be fed, unless your nourishment undergo change? Can any other useful thing be done without change? Do you not see then that for you to be changed is precisely similar, and similarly necessary to the universal nature?”

I’ve Been Waiting

I’ve been waiting for  a while now. Waiting for truth to fracture my concept of faith.  Waiting for God to show himself. I didn’t seek answers, I just waited. I didn’t want to delude myself as so many do, but I didn’t want to loose myself ether. Ultimately, I was afraid I was condemned to live the remainder of this momentary existence as a confused, unanchored cell.

I thought seriously about the efficiency of lying to myself.  Allowing myself to rest in blissful ignorance. Everyone else seems to. They seem ok. But part of me knew I never could. I was like Truman standing on the edge of the horizon while my subconscious gentility reasoned me into turning back. But how? I now saw it for what it was, fake. Or at least most of it. Regardless, delusion wasn’t an option.

I considered turning away from my faith. I’d rather live in a real world I deeply disliked than a world I knew to be false. So long as that real world was honest with me.

I had resolved however, to wait. Wait for God to show himself. Or wait for the God I knew as a child slowly decompose into the cold earth. The earth of reason and honesty. A world devoid of infinite love. A world of fact and the occasional false warmth of human connection. A world where God was a nice idea for the undiscerning.

I wish I could rely on the popular cliche and say “something deep in me knew there was a god.” But instead, all I found was deep dissonance.  An unsayable absence. Truthfully, a bit of fear.

Was I becoming too comfortable in the world?  Was my small brain becoming lost in the noise?  Was I not reading the Bible enough? Was I the only one seeing this?

 

At the beginning of September, my lovely friend Destiny and her fiance James came to Minneapolis to visit me. Both raised in the faith. Both fluent in “Christianese”.  Late one night, after the house was asleep, James and I got to talking about our faith.

I remember at some point in the conversation saying, “This is crazy, what we believe is crazy.” I was fully anticipating a look of surprise, or maybe some subtle reassurance of God’s existence.  But instead I saw a look of deep understanding. We talked for hours that night regarding our doubts and fears. This was no longer my battle.

I tried talking with other christian friends about this doubt I was having. Meanwhile reassuring them and myself with “I’m not saying I don’t believe, but…” I would watch as they internally defended their faith against these blasphemous ideas.

One of the few people who truly seemed to understand was my youth pastor Brian. After a long chat, he recommended I check out the work of Science Mike, a writer and podcaster.  After listening to Mike for a few episodes, I began to feel as though my wait was drawing to an end. And it wasn’t God raining fire down from heaven or speaking through the clouds. It was much more nuanced than that.

It was simply the revelation that God isn’t beholden to a church, a book, or theology.  That instead, all these things are simply flawed expressions and interpretations what is simply infinite love and intelligence. The God worshiped in church, prayed to for centuries and talked about in the Bible, is again, just a human construct of something infinite.

Let me be clear, in no way were my questions answered. Instead, I was simply allowed to ask them. Ask them of God, myself and the world. I was allowed to find the flaws in theology, the church and even the Bible without offending or disproving God.

I don’t anticipate finding answers to these deep questions I still have. Instead, simply to ask better questions and expect of God and myself to reply honestly.

 

Whats The Big Deal?

“Let it be a matter of indifference whether you are cold or warm while doing what is fitting, whether you are nodding with sleep or have had your fill, whether men speak ill or well of you, whether you are dying or doing something else. For death too is one of the actions of life, and we die as we preform it. Therefore, even when dying, it is sufficient that one’s present task is well fulfilled.”-Marcus Aurelius


Marcus has this way of touching each moment of life in a few short sentences. This short verse form Meditations carries such weight and conviction. I have been thinking a lot about purpose lately. Considering what is universal and what is private. Where do my intentions, or intended intentions connect whether consciously or subconsciously  with those of my fellow humans.

However, I’ll leave that discussion up to a future post.  For now I simply wish to examine the power of indifference. In a world that has always been filled with highly emotional and illogical beings, true indifference is difficult to find. In fact, many find it an undesirable trait. Indifference might conjure an image of a rock weathering a storm, or a cow standing in the rain. Seemingly un swayed by its surroundings.

Although admirable to most, this quality of unwavering stoicism is not a virtue many seek. Quite fairly in fact! Who wants to be a cow standing in the rain?

The important idea of this verse however, isn’t indifference toward complete pain and suffering, it instead is a matter of prioritizing what “is fitting” over what is easy.. It is removing oneself from your personal inhibitions and survival instinct and giving something back.

To take an even wider look at it, this simple verse is about all one can do in this life. We lack the tact impress our morals upon others. We lack the resources to impact global change. We lack the drive to create the unthinkable. But we mustn’t lack the inner strength to CHOOSE indifference toward our personal preferences and give away all we can.  We must choose to relinquish our right to offense. For we are in fact, infinitely insignificant.