Taking refuse

Dear Brothers and Sisters,

Once in awhile, we are bound to have some kind or personal crisis. If the crisis is big and heavy – potential divorce, bankruptcy, criminal investigation, love breakup – it’s hard to stay calm and well. You cannot really sit and do meditation or listen to the music to forget the pain. When the pain is light, you can do something to reduce or forget it. When the pain is very strong, it conquers your mind completely and does not allow you to do anything, let alone overcoming it.

Killing pain, that is when the only effective solution is taking refuse in your protector, be that God, Jesus, Buddha, Bodhisattva Avalokiteśvara, Mother Mary, or other saints.

When you collapse, you really cannot count on yourself to survive. You simply need to lean on someone powerful and loving to find protection and comfort.

That is my experience for so many years. Even when I was much younger – really not believing much in spirituality, or at least having a big question mark about spirituality – I didn’t think much about God, but if I collapsed, I couldn’t stand up anymore, I sill had to crawl back to God: “My God, please help me. I cannot survive with this pain.” And sure enough, the pain quickly or gradually subsided.

I experienced many such scenarios – I never thought about God, until a heavy storm came, I collapsed, and I crawled back to God and asked for help, and God helped. That was incredible!

Slowly I came to realize that God is a very loving father whom I can always come back for help, regardless how much I forget Him when I am well and happy. And I slowly came to understand the story of the Prodigal Son:

There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, “Father, give me my share of the estate.” So he divided his property between them.

Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living. After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need. So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed pigs. He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.

When he came to his senses, he said, “How many of my father’s hired servants have food to spare, and here I am starving to death! I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired servants.” So he got up and went to his father.

But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.

The son said to him, “Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.”

But the father said to his servants, “Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.” So they began to celebrate.

Meanwhile, the older son was in the field. When he came near the house, he heard music and dancing. So he called one of the servants and asked him what was going on. “Your brother has come,” he replied, “and your father has killed the fattened calf because he has him back safe and sound.”

The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him. But he answered his father, “Look! All these years I’ve been slaving for you and never disobeyed your orders. Yet you never gave me even a young goat so I could celebrate with my friends. But when this son of yours who has squandered your property with prostitutes comes home, you kill the fattened calf for him!”

“My son,” the father said, “you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.”

So, remember, when you collapse, call on your protector for help. It always always works wonders.

You don’t have to travel life by yourself.

With compassion,

Hoành

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