A Crazy Kind of World
It all began at age four when my parents took me to a tent revival. I don’t recall much of what was said during the service. It was what happened at the end that crystallized in my memory. He asked for anyone who wanted to be touched by the hand of God to come forward. I went.
I pressed through the crowd to the front. When the evangelist came to me, he took a knee. He asked if I was certain I wanted to be touched by the hand of God, I nodded my head. He put his hand on my head and prayed. I passed out [in the Spirit]. When I awoke the whole world changed.
I never saw things quite the same. Some call me a mystic because of the way I view the world. I know that we are spiritual beings having a human experience. We are energy emitters passing energy back and forth.
When I look at the world, I see wild and marvelous things. I see the beauty of Nature. I see the wonder of a child. I see the world with new eyes, every single day.
On April 10, 2018 I received a new heart. I was in the hospital for three months of recovery. They nearly lost me a couple of times during the seven hour surgery. Meanwhile, my wife prayed. She rallied a group from church called Prayer Chaplains, and they prayed with her. I survived. I thrived.
Having a new lease on life does many things to the human mind. It makes you appreciate the little things. While much of my world has changed, one thing hasn’t. I still view the world with the eyes of a mystic. I have mystical thinking.
According to Dictionary.com a mystic is defined as a person who claims to attain, or believes in the possibility of attaining, insight into mysteries transcending ordinary human knowledge, as by direct communication with the divine or immediate intuition in a state of spiritual ecstasy.
That’s me. In all my ordinary greatness. I see a realm of possibilities where others see nothing. I am an eternal optimist. I am a romantic. I am a dreamer. I am a thinker. I am me.
What does this have to do with anything? I tell you. Where others see a desert, I see a garden ready to bloom. Where others think something is impossible. I see an entire realm of possibilities. One has only to believe in something to make that something come into being.
We create with our minds. What we think, we become. If you think you can, you will. I recently read a quote by Henry Ford which says whether you think you can, or think you can’t, either way you’re right.
Go out and taste the sunshine. Smell the breeze. Listen to a rainbow. You never known where it might lead you. You are the only you you’ve got. Make the most of who you are. No one else will.
