Once, I heard someone compare the religious life with
a gear, a machine full of screws, pulleys, levers, in a hardened perception and
robotic. This thought reveals the degree more immature in the scale of
spiritual understanding. Terms like soldiers, warriors, spiritual war are also
frequently used by those who live the religion in this way – rigidity and
discipline must be implacable, there is no space for flexibility. Loosen the
reins to these people is dangerous, they are not secure enough in their
convictions about to relax, they need a military scheme able to keep them in
line. Often, they also act rigidly with their peers, trying to hide their
failures behind the wall of seeming perfection.
In fact, a genuine religion, in its maturity, is more
like a cloud driven by wind, the stream of a river, the seed sprouting on
earth. It is a dance performed anywhere, anytime; imaginary song within the
heart. There is no harshness, no piece of metal to be greased. The stiffness is
gone, the patterns die and dogmas disappear. We left behind the robot soldiers
and feel pleasure to be truly children of God.
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