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Ralph Bracewell's avatar

God moves in mysterious ways!

Sunday morning I awoke full of gratitude and good intentions for the day ahead.

I studied the Responsibility chapter from "Everyday Holiness” ,made some notes, and after breakfast worked effectively until lunchtime. After lunch Yetzer-Hara kicked in and my productivity went rapidly downhill. I spent a few hours watching irrelevant youtube videos, podcasts and sports. I knew what I was doing but had no will to stop. When I reviewed my day before retiring to bed, I felt real frustration for wasting my day.

I awoke at 05:30 and not long after the concept of living a perfect day came to me, and not long after the song “The Impossible Dream” came into my head. When I looked up the lyrics I realised how relevant they are to me and anyone following the Mussar Path.

I thought to myself-”where did all that come from” and also how did an agnostic lost soul with a very limited Christian upbringing discover and begin to follow the Mussar Path?

“GOD REALLY DOES MOVE IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS”

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Alanna's avatar

There is so much in this post! First of all, I just finished rereading some books on Jewish Renewal. I first met Rabbi Waskow in the 70's and then found Rabbi Lerner in the 90's. The idea of Judaism being a transformational religion inspires me. I am also reminded of my favorite spin on The Serenity Prayer - "God grant me the serenity to accept the people I cannot change, the courage to change the one I can, and the wisdom to know it's me." Since I started this Mussar practice six years ago, I can see how I've been changed for the better. But I can also see how changes in me are being reflected in those around me. Think globally, act locally, and we can change the world. But I am fascinated by the story of the baker - what am I working on? Not just the task at hand, but a middah. What am I doing? Balancing the checkbook? No, gratitude for what I have. Helping my 12 yo grandson make his lunch? No, awe in watching him grow and take responsibility for himself. Writing a birthday card to a 93 yo friend of my parents? No, compassion, love, and humility for the only person alive who has known me all my life. Transformational.

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