Last week, speaking of love as I so often do, I wrote “…we are, each one of us, part of the same family. … Under the skin, with the exception of gender-specific reproductive organs, we are identical. The outside, the packaging, is grand proof of the variety our God and Creator enjoys. There we’re all different, all unique.”
I’ve been thinking of that all week, and it fascinates me how we are at the same time identical because of the organs inside yet in every other way not at all the same. When you look up the synonyms for “unique” you find out we’re not just one of a kind, nor are we just exceptional, each one of us are matchless, and rare. We cannot be replaced, neither can we be forgotten.
What does that mean? How does that fact impact our lives? Does it impinge upon us or free us? Do we become insular individuals, only caring about our own lives because involvement with others is exhausting and frightening? Or do we engage in the world around us, delighted to explore the differences we experience? Further, can we allow ourselves to understand that just because we perceive something a certain way, it doesn’t necessarily mean it’s the only right way?
If I’ve not yet told you this, I’m entranced by what makes people tick. I love “what if…” scenarios of all sorts, discovering how someone arrived at a certain conclusion, how they puzzle out challenges, and am fascinated by nonviolent science fiction. “Remember Me” is one of my favorite episodes from Star Trek: The Next Generation. Dr. Beverly Crusher is trapped in a universe of her own worries. She’s had concerns about people she loved, those who had a tremendous impact on her life, all of a sudden ceasing to exist and no one remembering them. At the same time as she ponders this one of her son’s experiments goes awry and she finds herself trapped in a diminishing universe where (just as she feared) people disappear and, as they do, no one else is even aware they’d ever been alive. That’s her current reality and she has to work within its constraints, yet she also had to keep a firm grasp on the other reality she knows to be true, find the place she needs to be and get herself to the place where her son can get her out.
Each time I see it on reruns, what speaks so strongly to me is the interaction of those in “her” universe who keep telling her she’s wrong as well as her insistence what she knows to be true. Then I ask myself whether I’m doing my best to live appropriately in a personal reality that has ever-increasing limitations while never forgetting my true reality is a forever home with the One who loves me unconditionally. Do you do the same, loved ones? Do you react kindly to the best of your ability while refusing to cave in on what you know is true? Do you constantly remind yourself of those you cannot see but you know are there? Are you living the double life that is so essential for those who have a home not of this world? Your alternate universe is calling to you and it will continue to do so, every moment of every day until it’s your turn to go Home.
All of Heaven’s best,