With Cunning, Before God

If you don’t believe in God, you might treat this as a metaphor or replace God with “The Universe”.

Imagine at end of days as you pass from this world into the next, there you are naked in your Soul, your essence. God is there with you and he says:

“Welcome home, my son (daughter). Tell me of your travels, of your earthly sojourn, what have you to offer me? What have you garnered there on that, the bluest of all planets?”

“Father, I have had many victories, my guile and my cunning, helped me win these. I earned much money, fame and kudos. Amongst my fellows I held power and dominion. I collected many things and hoarded them. I knew love, but not deep love. I used people Father, to achieve my aims. I took much but gave little. I was skilled in manipulation and in politics. Well did I learn these ways.”

“My son, is that all you have to offer me? Did you not learn of kindness, of compassion and of service?”

“But Father I wanted so badly to impress you, to show my power and my glory. Have I not done this? Am I now not worthy of Your love?”

“My foolish child, of course you are! But it saddens me, your choices. When I sent you into the world, I had such hope. There is more to life than being impressive and seeking attention, how could you miss this? In all your cunning you did not learn to be wise…..”

As an exercise:

Imagine the conversation that you might have with God, or The Universe, at the end of your days.