Chapter 8 god of the dock

Let's pray that humans don't flee from Earth to sow evil elsewhere. Lewis (Annotation: C.S. Lewis (1898︱1963), a well-known British scholar, literary critic and writer, has written many books on Christian theology, the most famous works are the Chronicles of Narnia series of novels.) McCann stood in the bathroom, looking in the mirror as he toweled his face dry.He looked for signs of reason in those eyes staring back at him.is this real?Of course not, there can be no such thing.But he reached out and touched the mirror slowly.Perhaps it was a hallucination caused by all his grief and despair.Perhaps it was a dream, and he had fallen asleep somewhere, perhaps frozen to death in the cabin?Suddenly, perhaps, a terrible crack interrupted his reverie.The sound came from the direction of the kitchen, and McCann froze.There was a moment of dead silence, and then, unexpectedly, he heard a burst of wild laughter.Out of curiosity, he left the bathroom and poked his head in through the kitchen door.

McCann was stunned by what he saw.It seemed that Jesus had knocked over a large bowl of some kind of paste or sauce, and spilled it all over the floor.It must have fallen very close to Pop, because her skirt hem and bare feet were covered with sticky stuff.All three laughed so exaggeratedly that McCann thought none of them were breathing.Sha Ruiyu said something about human clumsiness, and the three of them started laughing wildly again.Finally, Jesus walked past McCann and returned a minute later with a large basin and towels.Sha Ruiyu had already started wiping the sticky sauce off the floor and cupboards, but Jesus walked right up to Dad, knelt at her feet, and started wiping the front of her clothes.He went down to clean her feet, gently lifted one foot at a time, put it in the basin for cleaning and massage.Oh, it's so comfortable!Dad marveled, while continuing to work on the bar.

McCann leaned against the door and watched, his heart full of thoughts.So this is what God looks like in relationship?This relationship is so beautiful and touching.He knew whose fault it was and it didn't matter. The bowl containing the sticky sauce was broken, and the planned dish was unavailable.But clearly what's really important here is their love for each other, and the fulfillment that love brings to them.He shook his head.This is so contrary to the way he treats the one he loves! Dinner was simple, but a feast nonetheless.The roasted bird is served in an orange, mango-like sauce, and the fresh vegetables are drizzled with God-knows-how seasoning, all smooth and spicy.The texture of the rice was something McCann had never tasted before, and it could be a dinner on its own.The only awkward part was at first when McCann bowed his head out of habit in prayer before remembering where he was.He looked up to see all three of them grinning at him, so he asked as calmly as he could: Well, thank you all three, can I have some of that meal?

sure.We were just about to eat this delicious Japanese sauce drizzled over the rice, but the oily man, Pop nods at Jesus, and decides to see if it bounces. Well, Jesus responded with feigned apology.My hands are slippery.What can i say? Pop winked at McCann as he handed the meal to him.There's no one here to help you.Everyone laughed. The conversation seemed perfectly normal.Everyone asked each of McCann's children, except Missy, and McCann described their different difficulties and achievements.When he mentioned that he was worried about Kate, the three of them just nodded and showed concern, but offered no advice or wisdom.He also answers questions about his friends, and Sha Ruiyu seems most interested in knowing about Xiaona.Finally, McCann finally blurted out what had been puzzling him throughout the discussion.

Now here I am, telling you about my kids and friends and Cortana, but you already know everything I told you, don't you?You're still acting like you're hearing it for the first time. Sha Ruiyu reached across the table and took his hand.McKinsey, remember earlier in our conversation we mentioned constraints? our conversation?He glanced at his father, who nodded knowingly. When you share with one, you share with all of us.Sha Ruiyu said with a smile.Remember that choosing to stay on the ground is a choice to enhance the relationship and honor the relationship.McKinsey, do it yourself.You play games with children or color in pictures not to show superiority, but you choose to limit yourself in order to promote and honor that relationship.You can even lose a game to make love.It's not about winning or losing, it's about love and respect.

So when I tell you about the children? We limit ourselves out of respect for you.We won't be thinking about what we know about your children the way we used to.We hear these things as if for the first time, and see them through your eyes with great joy. I like that.McCann thought, sitting back in his chair. Sha Ruiyu squeezed his hand slightly, and seemed to sit back.I would also like!Relationships have absolutely nothing to do with power, and one of the ways to avoid the will to power is to choose self-limitation to serve others.Human beings are always in the service of others: approach the infirm and sick, serve the insane, associate with the poor, love the old or the young, and even care for those who think they have power over them.

Well said, Sha Ruiyu, the father said, with a proud radiance on his face.I'll come back to those plates later.But first, I want to start with a prayer. It took McCann not to snicker at the thought of God saying the prayers.Various images of family worship in childhood came to my mind, not all good memories.Usually a long and boring exercise in answering the right answer, or should I say, answering the same old question from the Bible story with the same old answer, and then trying to stay awake during Father's unbearably long prayer.When his father drinks heavily, family worship turns into a terrifying minefield where a wrong answer or a careless glance could explode.He kind of expected Jesus to drag out an old King James Bible.

Instead, Jesus reached across the table and took Dad's hand, the scars on Jesus' wrists now clearly visible.McCann sat and watched Jesus kiss his father's hand, then looked deeply into his father's eyes, and finally said: Dad, I enjoyed looking at you today because you made time for McCann to let McCann's pain go. Enter your own heart, and then give him space to choose his own timing.You honor him, and you honor me.It was incredible to hear you speak softly and let love and peace enter his heart.What a joyful sight!I love being your son. While McCann felt like an outsider intruding, no one seemed to care, and he really didn't know where else he could go anyway.Witnessing this expression of love seemed to banish the chaotic emotions within, but it was also fine that he didn't fully understand his own feelings.What did he see with his own eyes?Something simple, warm, intimate, sincere, and that's divine.Sacredness has always been a cold, dry concept for McCann.But it's neither icy nor dry.Worried that any of his actions might spoil the moment, he simply closed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest.He closed his eyes and listened. He heard Jesus move the chair and paused for a moment before speaking again.Sha Ruiyu, Jesus said softly and gently, you come to wash and I will dry.

McCann opened his eyes immediately, just in time to see the two happily smiling at each other and clearing away the dishes, before disappearing into the kitchen.He sat there for a few minutes, feeling a little overwhelmed.Dad has gone somewhere, and now the other two are busy washing dishes. Well, this decision is not difficult.He picked up the silver tableware and glasses and went to the kitchen. As soon as he put them down for Sha Ruiyu to wash, Jesus threw him a towel to wipe the dishes, and the two began to wipe the cups and plates. Sha Ruiyu hummed a familiar tune that McCann had heard earlier when he was with his father. Jesus and McCann just rubbed and listened.The melody touched McCann's heart more than once, and knocked on the door of his heart again.It sounded Gaelic to him, and he could almost hear the bagpipes accompanying it.While it was difficult for McCann to be there and allow his emotions to surge so intensely, the melody completely captivated him.If he could just keep listening to her humming, he'd be willing to spend the rest of his life washing dishes.

Ten minutes later, they were done scrubbing.Jesus kissed Sha Ruiyu on the cheek, and she disappeared around the corner.He then turned and smiled at McCann.We went out on the dock to look at the stars. What about the others?McCann asked. I am here, Jesus answered, and have always been here. McCann nodded.This idea of ​​God's presence, though difficult to grasp, seemed to penetrate steadily through his mind and into his heart.He let the matter take its course. Come on, Jesus said, interrupting McCann's thoughts.I know you love stargazing!Wanna see?He sounds like a child full of expectations and expectations.

OK, I guess so.McCann replied, only to remember that the last time he looked at the stars was on an ill-fated camping trip with the kids.Maybe it's time to take a little risk. He followed Jesus out the back door.In the fading twilight, McCann could still make out the rocky shore of the lake, not as overgrown as he remembered it, but still beautifully maintained and picture-perfect.A nearby stream seemed to be humming some sort of musical tune.Fifty feet into the lake was a boat dock, and McCann could just make out three lashed canoes staggered along the edge of the lake.Night fell quickly, and the distant darkness was filled with the sounds of crickets and bullfrogs.Jesus took his arm and led him up the path, his eyes still adjusting to the light, but McCann was already looking up into the moonless night, gazing at the starry spectacle. They walked three quarters of the way up the dock and lay down looking at the sky.The altitude seemed to heighten the majesty of the sky, and McCann reveled in the vastness and clarity of the stars.Jesus suggested closing your eyes for a few minutes, allowing the last effects of dusk to wear off as night fell.McCann complied, and when he finally opened his eyes, the sight was so shocking that he felt dizzy for a few seconds.It was almost like going up into space, with the stars racing towards him as if to embrace him.He raised his hands, imagining that he could reach out and touch the diamonds, one by one, and pluck them from the black velvet sky. Wow!He sighed softly. Incredible!Jesus said softly, and his head was very close to McCann in the darkness.I never get tired of seeing this sight. Not tired even of what you created?McCann asked. I used the Word to create the stars, and then the Word became flesh.So even though I created the scene, now I see it through human eyes.And I must say, the beauty is impressive. indeed.McCann didn't know how to describe what he felt, but as they continued to lie quietly, gazing at the vast sky, watching and listening, he knew it was divine, too.As the two of them watched with astonished admiration, meteors would now and then make brief trails in the dark night, causing the two of them to exclaim one after the other: Did you see that?marvelous! After a particularly long silence, McCann spoke.I feel more comfortable with you.You seem very different from the other two. What do you mean, different?His gentle voice came out of the darkness. Well, McCann paused in thought.More real, or approachable.I have no idea.He struggled for words, and Jesus lay and waited.It was like deja vu.But Papa is completely different from the God I expected, and Sha Ruiyu, she is simply out of reach. Jesus chuckled in the dark.Because I am human, we have a lot in common in the first place. but i still don't understand I am the best channel for human beings to establish a relationship with Papa or Sha Ruiyu.To see me is to see them.The love you feel from me is the same way they love you.And even though you see Dad and Sha Ruiyu through very different eyes, trust me, they are as real as I am. Speaking of Sha Ruiyu, is she a holy spirit? right.She is creation; she is action; she is the breath of life; she is more.She is my spirit. What about her name, Sha Ruiyu? That is a simple name in our human language, which means wind, which is actually very common wind.She loves that name. Hmm, McCann grunted.She is not ordinary at all! That's true.Jesus replied. The name that the old man said, Ai Luo Ai Elousia.A voice from the darkness beside him spoke respectfully.That's a wonderful name.El is my name as a creator, but Lousia means existence or total truth, so this name means total real, the Creator at the root of all.That's a beautiful name too.The two were silent for a minute, with McCann thinking about what Jesus had said.So, where does that take us?He felt that he was asking questions for all mankind. That's where we've always wanted you to be.Right in the very center of our love and purpose. There was another pause, then: I think I can take it. Jesus chuckled again.Glad to hear that.After that, the two laughed out loud.Then for a while no one spoke, and the silence fell like a blanket, save for the sound of the lake lapping on the dock.He broke the silence again. Jesus? What's the matter, McKinsey? I am amazed by one thing about you. Really?What's up? I guess I'm expecting you to be a little more, uh, kind of a better person.Jesus giggled and said: Excellent man?Did you mean handsome?He laughed out loud. Well I hate to use that word, but yes.For some reason, I always thought you'd be a perfect man, you know, well built and extremely handsome. The problem is my nose, right? McCann didn't know what to say. Jesus smiled.You know, I'm Jewish.My maternal grandfather had a big nose; in fact, most of the men in my mother's family have big noses. I just thought you'd look better. By whose standards?But anyway, once you really know me, looks are not important to you. The words, though deliberately sweet, can be stinging.But what exactly?McCann lay there for a few seconds, suddenly realizing that although he thought he knew Jesus, he probably didn't.What he knows may be only a portrait, an ideal, an image, not a real person.I just try to grasp some kind of spiritual feeling through these symbols. Why?he asked at last.You say if I really know you, it doesn't matter what you look like This is actually quite simple.The essence has always been beyond the appearance, the appearance is only the appearance.Once you start to recognize the essence behind that beautiful or ugly face and beauty and ugliness depends on our prejudiced appearance, the appearance will gradually fade until it becomes insignificant.That's why Elsa is such a wonderful name.God is the foundation of all things, and lives in, around, and between all things. When all things finally emerge in their true colors, any appearance that conceals the truth will collapse. Silence ensues as McCann mentally wrestles with Jesus' words.He gave up after a minute or two and decided to ask a more adventurous question. You say I don't really know you.But it would be so much easier to get to know you if we could talk like this forever. Admittedly, McCann, this is a special case.You're really stuck, and we want to help you climb out of that pain.But don't think that just because you can't see me, our relationship is necessarily less real.The relationship will be different, but perhaps more authentic. How do you see it? My purpose from the beginning is to live in you, and you to live in me. Wait, wait a minute.How could that happen?How can you be in me if you are still fully human? Disgusting, isn't it?This is Papa's miracle.This is the power of Sha Ruiyu, she is my spirit, the spirit of God, to restore the long-lost relationship of unity.And me?I choose to live as a fully human being at all times. I am fully God and fully human.As I said, it was a miracle of Papa. McCann lay in the dark and listened carefully.Don't you mean something that really exists within, not just some status or theology? Of course, Jesus replied, his voice firm and affirmative.This is the true meaning of everything.Human beings formed from tangible physical creations can once again allow spiritual life, which is my life, to be fully present in the heart.This requires a very real, vibrant and active presence of Oneness. That's almost unbelievable!McCann exclaimed softly.I have no idea.I need to think more.But I may have more questions. Anyway, we have your lifetime to sort out these questions.Jesus chuckled.But enough for now, let's wander under the stars again!In the ensuing silence, McCann just lay quietly, letting the boundless space and the little light make him small, letting the stars and everything be about him and about human beings, all of which are captured by thoughts made for us own perception.After what seemed an eternity of time, it was Jesus who broke the silence first. I can never get tired of looking at this beauty, and the wonder of it all. One of our brothers once said that this is a profligate creation.So elegant even now, so full of desire and beauty. You know, McCann responded, suddenly shocked again by the absurdity of the situation he was in, where he was, who was next to him.sometimes you sound good i mean i'm laying down next to the almighty lord and you sound really good Does it look like a human?Jesus answered.But so ugly.As he spoke, he laughed softly again, at first it was a quiet and restrained laugh, but after a few snorts, the laughter became out of control.Laughter is contagious, and McCann finds that something deep inside himself is being affected too.It's been a long time since he laughed from the bottom of his heart.Jesus reached out and hugged him, shaking with a laughing twitch, and McCann felt cleaner, more alive, and healthier than he'd felt since forgetting, and he couldn't remember when . At last they both calmed down again, and the silence of the night asserted itself again, and it seemed that even the frog had quieted down.McCann lay where he was, finding himself guilty of such joy and laughter, and even in the darkness he could feel the overwhelming pain overwhelming him. Jesus?He spoke softly, his voice choked.I feel so bewildered. A hand reached out and took his, but didn't let go.I know, McCann.But this is not true.I am with you, and I am not at a loss.I'm sorry to feel that way, but you listen to me carefully: you're not at a loss. Hope you are right.McCann said the words of his new friend eased his nerves. bring it on.As Jesus spoke, he stood up, bent down and stretched out his hand to give McCann a hand.You have a big day ahead, we'll put you to bed first.He put his hand around McCann's shoulder, and they walked back to the cabin together.McCann suddenly felt exhausted.It's been a long day today.Maybe he'd wake up in his own bed after a night of vivid dreams, but somewhere inside he wished he was wrong.