Taking the Parable of the Prodigal Son, the Parable of the Good Samaritan, and the bit in Matthew 25 about "In as much as you have done it, or not done it, to one of the least of my brothers and sisters, you have done it, or not done it, unto me," as our starting point, we cannot help but conclude that being one with Jesus requires a complete change of life from the way we are living our lives. We cannot go to Sunday School and "church," and think we have done something about which God is going to be happy to have us in heaven. "Big Wup," as the Disciples might say. Christianity as we know it is as far from religion as Jesus lived it as an alligator is from ice cream.
What does thinking about sex keep you from thinking about? What does thinking about Jesus keep you from thinking about? What does thinking about what you think about keep you from thinking about? What makes you so crazy you can't allow yourself to think about it? Whatever it is, it is keeping you from thinking about the life that is yours to live-- the life that is waiting for you to live it-- the adventure that is calling you to take a chance on it being the best thing that ever happened to you. "That which you seek lies far back in the darkest corner of the cave you most do not want to enter" (Joseph Campbell). Think about that cave! Enter that cave! And make your way back into its darkest corner!
We are forever seeking the treasure, the windfall, the Mother Lode... And, what will that do for us? What will that enable us to do? That we cannot do here/now? The here/now is always such a dreadful place, and we seek solace and comfort, smooth and easy. Treasure will allow us to do just what we want forever. It will be like heaven on earth. Like retirement. I'm doing just what I want. The problem is that I have to know what that is. My Order of the Day is filled to the brim with things I want to do. That need me to do them. I am writing here/now, and watering the yard, which consists of lawn and beds and the wild space I call "The Zen Glen," because, why not? I am owned by my life here/now as much as I was then/there, the only difference is a big one-- a matter of preference and calling, and I don't know where the line lies between the two. It turns out that my preferences are my calling, that I prefer my calling over the 10,000 things that interfere with my preference/calling. My theory is that once we give our calling the lead, our preferences change to embrace our calling. If we do the things we do well, we will prefer to do those things. The cave we most don't want to enter becomes the oasis of our soul. When I was in college, I studied the requirements for graduation, and took classes based solely on if a term paper was not a part of the class. My job was largely writing. Writing is what I most love to do here/now. Go, as they say, figure.