Seeing into the Heart of Others

I come from a tradition of  being "religious" rather than spiritual. Although in my former life (read cult) we were admonished to be spiritual rather than religious, it was really the other way around. So when I gave up the old life, I pretty much rejected the idea of prayer as a way to solve problems or to relieve stress or to bless someone. My idea of prayer was  a shopping list of things I needed and that the Supreme Being would never supply, so why do it.

Last year I came across a person who was, in my opinion, the most evil person on the planet after all the terrorists and people like Hitler and Pol Pot. In a way I could forgive the terrorists since they were doing it for "religious" reasons. But I could not understand why this person (and I am not being coy when I don't reference the person. I think that person could sue me!) could be so mean and horrible and yes, essentially evil.  But I started a self help program designed by me that included praying for that person. What I said was, "God, you know how I feel. I ask you to do with (that person) what you will. It is in your hands." I also did yoga and meditation. I read from A Course in Miracles and made several altered books with themes that reflected how I was dealing with evil. In addition, I documented every time I saw this person and email the docs to my home computer. I printed them out and kept them in a notebook that became three inches thick. My point being that God will not help you if you don't document (or more conventionally, help yourself). All the documentation that was appropriate went to the union headquarters as well. God's angels come in human form. Then I was saved from the evil by transferring to another location.

I stopped praying about this person and prayed for the people "left behind" to suffer under the evilness.

Then YESTERDAY as I was going into the bathroom after doing  Altar Guild duties because the people who were supposed to forgot I got this look into this person's mind and heart that just stopped me in my tracks. I could see this person. I could understand this person. I could feel this person. And it wasn't evil that I felt but insecurity and fear and anger and a sense of misplaced entitlement and shame. There was a sense of heightened responsibility and accountability that meant that we, the workers were going to be the instruments for proving what a good and effective leader this person was. There was an intensity of drive and ambition based solely on the idea that this person would prove how good they were. And while it appeared that the proof would be on the backs of the workers, this person drove himself/herself harder than the workers. This person arrived early and stayed late, working sometimes 14 hours. And this person was constantly thinking how to improve the improvements--making no adjustment for the workers' confusion. There was just this huge, enormous, gigantic feeling of lack and insecurity and fear, fear, fear. Fear of being fired. Fear of being made fun of. Fear of being rejected. Fear of being humiliated. Fear of being considered stupid. Fear--Complete and total. And the fear was driving this person and giving back pain so hard and sharp and deep and heavy that I had to sit down. 

And now what do I do with this? I prayed for God to do something with this person and that was his business not mine. But now, I see that I must pray for this person. Now I see that my next step is to pray for this person who I thought was evil. In my never ending world of "What's in it for Me?" I wonder what God will do with that. Right now I do not ever want to be friends with this person--but with God, it's never say never. 

And I learned that prayer does help. Not in the way you expect. 

Now let's see if hanging St. Anthony of Padua upside down is going to do anything!