Sometimes I feel overwhelmed by the world and its sorrows. A tiny sampling includes: The death of a friend in his early 20s and the widowhood of his pregnant wife. 9/11. The death of my precious friends’ two children at the hands of a drunk driver. And now, I add the ISIS attacks of November 13 in Paris to a list that is already too long.
In high school, the pain of my childhood expanded to include all the evils I saw in the world, the long litany of horrors that people have committed against each other since the dawn of history. It was too much to bear. At that time, the logical conclusion seemed to be that God wasn’t a very good God and, therefore, I wasn’t interested in believing in him anymore.
But that is never the correct conclusion. My sorrow did not improve. Well, it turns out that God is a good God. He kept whispering in my ear, “It’s going to get better,” even though I didn’t know it was him, and even when no evidence I could see supported the idea. He connected me with a woman who discipled me and helped me see God’s character and kindness through his history of mercy and second chances that we call the Bible.
Still, pain persists in the world. The joy and hope that I have in the core of my being, deposited there by the Holy Spirit, enable me to persevere. Most of the time. But when an overwhelming horror takes place, like 9/11 or November 13, my first impulse is to say to God, “I’m done. I don’t want to live in this horrible, painful world anymore. Just take me now.”
I said that to him last Friday night as the reports flooded in. And without me even asking, he showed up with his comforting love presence and just held me. For hours.
The next morning, as I was brushing my teeth, two thoughts came to me:
- As we become less identified with our personalities, we will fear our own death less.
- Death is not the enemy.
Here’s how I unpack these thoughts. We are thoroughly convinced that what makes us who we are is a particular combination of preferences, opinions, abilities and gifts. We walk through life locked into a particular set of patterns that we think define us. We become invested in our definitions, attached to them. Because we think that makes us who we are, we must defend them at all costs.
This defensive posture extends to death. It is the ultimate loss of self, as our personalities see it. Death is the enemy, then – an inevitability that we will fight against until our last breath. Even Christians, who believe that we are eternal creatures with an amazing eternity ahead of us. Most of us have gotten the idea that the goal of this life is to live as long as possible. But why?
Again, I believe it’s because we are so deeply identified with our personalities. According to one of nine different sets of patterns, we subconsciously fight to keep our “selves” alive. But if we can begin to relax those patterns by becoming aware of them, as the Enneagram teaches us to, we begin to see and feel our true selves that have been hidden for so long. We begin to sense that eternal part of us, the place in us where the Holy Spirit has taken up residence. We begin to feel our eternal-ness. And then our own deaths seem less scary, less catastrophic. We begin to understand in a more concrete, settled way that death is, in fact, not our enemy.
These thoughts have created a pretty radical shift in me. I have a lot more peace these last few days. I continue to grieve for the precious human beings senselessly murdered in Paris, and so many other places around the world. Yet now I am not so afraid of a similar fate happening to me. I will continue to let go of my personality, continue to identify with my true self, and what will be will be.