Meet You At the Top!


“The truth was a mirror in the hands of God. It fell, and broke into pieces. Everybody took a piece of it, and they looked at it and thought they had the truth.” Rumi

My friend Yummy (bet you guessed this isn’t his real name) popped by for a visit this weekend.  Yummy and I first met many years ago when we were both involved in the same play.  He was an actor and I was a costumer.  Sizing him up, literally,  I was whipping my trusty tape measure around his various parts.  Chest, waist, hips, head, neck, sleeve length…  I had finished up and Yummy still stood there expectantly. 

“Don’t you need my inseam?” he asked, guilelessly.

“No.  Sorry to disappoint.”  My smart-assery has a mind of it’s own and sometimes these things just fall out of my mouth.  Luckily he laughed loudly and at that moment our bond was formed.

After he left the fitting room, Janice explained to me that Yummy is the Reverend at our local Anglican Church. 

No no no!  A man of the cloth and I make jokes about his enjoyment of having his inseam fondled?  

“Excuse me, Janice. Could you lend me a hand?  I seem to have something lodged here in my mouth.  Oh wait, it’s my foot.”

That moment, while a bit fluster-inducing at the time, was serendipitous.  Had I known in advance that Yummy was a minister I would have treated him in a completely different way, maybe bowing, calling him “your eminence” and trying not to make eye contact.  Meanwhile  I would have been nervously guarding the real me for fear of incurring wrath, judgment or whatever the 21st century equivalent of burning at the stake might be.  Preconceived ideas are a bitch, aren’t they?

Instead I accidentally let my true self shine through and being received with humor and acceptance allowed me to trust this man, despite his cloth.  Our friendship has grown and blossomed over time and even though I was away for 3 years and we didn’t have any communication at all, Saturday when he walked up onto my sunny front porch and sat across from me in the rocker, our conversation picked up like no time had passed at all.

I complimented him on his column.  He writes  for the Daily Townsman here in Cranbrook, and I have often found myself shouting out loud while reading his teachings “YES!  EXACTLY!  THAT IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO SAY!”  His Christian teachings are progressive, all inclusive and centered in love.  If you ever wonder what Jesus would do, you could simply watch Yummy and you’d get a pretty good example. 

During our conversation I was explaining (okay, complaining might be a better word here) how I feel like the Christian churches have stolen Jesus for themselves and how it pisses me off that such an amazing teacher could be used to create divisions and exclusivity.  I then paraphrased the Hindu saying I picked up on the wide wide world of web somewhere: 

There are hundreds of paths up the mountain, all leading in the same direction, so it doesn’t matter which path you take.  The only ones wasting time are the ones who runs around and around the mountain, telling everyone else that their path is wrong.

Surprised, Yummy asked me where I had heard that saying, then went on to explain that he uses the same saying in his teachings quite often.  But, Yummy takes it further.  (this is awesome… you’re going to love this…)

Yummy explained that at the base of the mountain our paths are so far apart we can barely see each other, if at all.  But as we climb that mountain the paths get closer and closer until, when we reach the top we are close enough to embrace. 

It is so beautiful I want to cry!

And the dogma pushers, the judgers, the fundamentalists?  He simply says “God Bless You” and leaves them to their path. This is a page I will most definitely take from his book.  Because who am I to judge what stones make up their path?  If they need to believe that I am wrong in order to feel they are right, then God bless them.  If they trip on those stones, then I wish them a gentle landing.  I know I have tripped plenty on my own path.  I mean, really, aren’t I just as guilty of judging them for judging me? 

And when we meet at the top of the mountain I bet we hug each other and laugh about the crazy journeys we’ve taken and all of the trips and falls along the way.   Until then, I send love to ease your path so that whatever your journey, it will be smooth.



16 thoughts on “Meet You At the Top!”

  1. I like your approach and positivity toward living in the light. Many people who are looking at my blog seem like the intelligentsia of Christianity. I have to keep it so simple now. I am Catholic in disagreement with 3 key issues (guess which) but I am just spending every day trying to follow Christ, praising (until sometimes I run out of words and sounds just come out), I feel excited that there may be a community here on this site! God bless us all.

  2. Great little story and a great saying. It is true that there is no right way for everyone. Everybody has their own journey and as fellow human beings we just have to respect that in each other

  3. I’ll meet you at the top….I don’t know how many times my husband and I have had this conversation. Hubby’s dad is a preacher. He is a bible thumping hard liner. My husband married a woman of a another religion, who is independent and free thinking. My husband and Myself are christains but we do not belong to either church of our childhood. I have friends of many of the worlds religions from different parts of the world…. My husband just recently tried to explain to his elderly parents they need not hate and fear muslims. That christains have so kallad christains who have been terrorist like The oklahoma bomber, Hitler, The norweign terrorist Brevik…. that have killed people in there perversion of religion/politics. Those acts are crimes not acts of Christianity. His folks of course said but they are not christains. My Hubby pointed out that but they believed they were. Shall the world hate all christains for what they did. Why should the world demonize Muslims for some minority in the muslim community who commit terrorism? Muslims also condemn terrorism. Their religion teaches of love, family.. just as christians do.
    If we believe in Freedom of religion, then we should respect all beliefs. I question any religion that preaches hate and fear to promote harm against someone else. We need to practise what we preach. Great post Brenda!

    1. Thank you, Honey… and great reply. I absolutely agree with you. Any teachings of hate or fear are coming from humans, and not from God. Keep up the good fight, my friend. Maybe one day they will listen to you 🙂

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