“It is what it is.”

Said John as he teased another thread from the mess of threads.

“But it’s not fair!”

Said Bill as he flung the whole mess across the room.

“It is what it is.”

Said John as he quietly collected the bundle and teased another thread from it.

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“Two more years of THIS”, Jnana’s Red Barn

A lovely gentle reflective post which prompted that thought and this post.

Thank you Jnana.

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The Gospels come to mind.   This fella Jesus we love to read about, pore over, study every word, every inflection … This fella we love to teach and preach about …  I wonder if his teachings can be summed as: “It is what it is.”  This fella who needed only three letters … “I Am”.

That’s all.

Right now, there is much wailing and sorrow.  But not from those grieving the death of a loved one – the noise is from those saying we are fed-up, we want to be free, we cannot handle being told to behave like an adult …  Those who still think “me” rather than “we” … And who chant in every possible variant:

“It’s not fair!”

The Gospels come to mind.  This fella Jesus again.  Who plopped into a time and place when “fair” wasn’t part of any common currency.  When might was right and death was cheap.  When “it is what it is” was exactly how things were.   Just the same as today – just the same as always: it is what it is.  And yet he seemed to make the best of it.  He walked in his safe place wherever he walked.  He talked from his safe place with and to everyone.  AND he avoided the obvious dangers of those who wished him harm – he journeyed away from danger in his safe place.

And all the while he lived the life he found – the life of it is what it is.

Right now we can all walk in our own safe place.  A place we can choose to carry with us – to be us – to be at peace with all around.  A place that avoids the obvious dangers not out of fear but out of love for ourselves and others.

A place that is of we rather than me.

And should that last another two years then it will still be what it is.  And we can still choose to live in our safe place – or we can choose to call out how unfair this all is …  How we should be free but are not – how we should be able to but are prevented from – how the government or the state should or shouldn’t – how we need a haircut – a restaurant dinner – our gym to keep fit – a coffee shop for our poison addiction – a club in which to dance …

All that “stuff” we can’t live without.

The Gospels come to mind.  That fella Jesus.  He had nothing.  Yet WE make him the perfect role model.  The one who died for OUR sins.  The one who is grace FREELY given.  The one who meets US where WE are.  The one who set US free for all eternity.  The one without whom WE are all screwed (for all eternity).

Yet this fella Jesus had none of this “stuff” we shout about – he shunned all the “stuff” we cannot live without … All the “stuff” we want back – all the “stuff” we cry has been taken from us … All this noise about how it’s all so unfair!

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Doesn’t that strike anyone else as odd?

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