Remember the scene in The Secret Life of Pets where Sweet Pea, the green and yellow parakeet, has Chloe, the self-absorbed fat cat, chasing the light from a laser pointer? Hold that thought.

There's a Mary Engelbreit cartoon that says, "Life is just so DAILY.” There are days, like today, I would rather do anything else than sit here writing. There are days when I skip meditation. Days when I'm not sure I understand anything about this at all.

This thought appeared while I was silently sitting statue-still and listening expectantly to the drip, drip, drip of that 2nd K-cup. What would it look like if I took a sheet of paper and a #2 pencil and drew a line representing my life? From a distance, it may appear straight and rising ever so slightly. You know, onward and upward. But from the inside and at close range, there would have to be those lifts and dips.

But why does John want me to hear this rallying cry? I can't unhear it. I can't unring the bell. Over and over, I hear, “Out of the believer’s heart shall flow rivers of living water.” What do I do with this internal rallying cry? Lao Tzu would respond, “At the center of your being, you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.” Steve Jobs would say, “Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice.”

"We could never be friends," I thought as the guy walked by with profanity tattooed up his arm around his neck. "Who would do that?" I want to tell you that later, I got beyond these things, and we got to know each other and are now "best buds,” but that didn't happen. I wrote the man off without a second thought. Was this an isolated incident? Nah, I’m sure I've done the same thing in far less extreme situations.

We look for credentials and ask questions like, “Who was your teacher?" Or “Where did you go to school, and what degrees do you have?" We can expect the same reaction from others when we speak from our spiritual consciousness and beyond the borders of our education and their expectations. "Without the free flow of the Holy Spirit,” Richard Rohr says, “religion becomes a tribal sorting system, spending much time trying to define who's in, and who's out – who's right and who's wrong. And surprise, we're always on the side of the right! What are the odds?”

Have you ever had one of those moments where everything just clicks into place, and you feel completely in sync with the world around you? That happened to me recently, and I wanted to share some insights that came from both contemplation and a good swim.

“I have no idea what he just said!" I was between Birmingham and Atlanta, listening to Stephen Hawking's audiobook A Brief History of Time. I was interested in the concept of black holes, but after about an hour, I found myself saying, "I have no idea what he just said!" You guessed it. I switched to the radio and rode home to something with a pretty good beat.

I was raised playing American football and baseball. So, the first words out of my mouth when I saw rugby and cricket were, "What in the world are they doing?” I could not get my head around it. I even have trouble with "offsides" in soccer. In today’s segment, the same happens to Jesus' listeners, who are so entwined with their sense of physical reality that Jesus’ spiritual reality does not compute.

I spent five minutes searching for it while sitting in my chair and looking down at my feet. "There is no way that paper clip could've gotten away from here," I thought. Then, I rolled my chair back about 3 feet, looked from a different angle, and there it was, in plain sight. This experience is similar to my approach to John's story about Jesus. I've tried to zoom in, zoom out, and look at it from different angles. When I do, a new idea often appears - in plain sight.

I wanted to share two personal experiences before we delve back into John's Gospel. A friend who reads the blog recently commented on how the content has evolved. Initially, it focused more on grief, but now it is less about grief and more about life. She viewed this change as a sign of growth, and I agree.

No one does not belong at the table. As Harry Bosch says, “Everybody counts or nobody counts.” That’s not just my idea. It’s how God shows up in the universe. It's also how we work through our insecurities when someone or some situation pushes our "do not belong here" button. We choose to see ourselves as God sees us, as one who is welcome at the table. Not only that, we see everyone in the same light.

I must admit that there have been some confusing days when I write about peace and joy in the morning, but then I live anxiously through the remainder of the day - times when I “talk the talk” but don't “walk the walk.” However, isn't that a part of the growth process? For example, when it comes to weight training, you push your muscles to the point of exhaustion, allow them to rest, and then do it again. Failure is built into the process because you must push yourself to the point of failure each day to see incremental improvement over time. So, what appears to be hypocrisy to the rowdy spectator in the stands of my mind is improvement and transformation.

The energy is not in me but in the active relationship between the creator and me, in the dance itself. In my daily life, God is the music, my dance partner, and the sense of rhythm within me. The universe's energy is apparent only as I join the dance, allowing it to flow to me and through me. The internal signs of being “in step” with the music and my partner are peace and joy; the external signs are acts of grace and love.

Interestingly, the man did not obey Jesus because he recognized him as the Messiah and believed Jesus was the Christ. He “did not know who it was.” No repentance was required, no rules to follow, and no verses to memorize. Just act. Wow! That rocked my religion.

The same idea applies to both you and me. The system is already in place, and the code is already written within us. The laws of the universe are working in our favor, helping us to become the best version of our unique selves. There is no opposing force, only distractions and false beliefs that we pick up along the way.

If I had the chance to talk to my 14-year-old self, what advice would I give? I would say: read! Read the classics and poetry. Linger, and let the language move you. Also, listen to great music and let it stir something within you. Again, linger and listen, not with your head and/or hormones, but with your heart. Allow them to awaken and expand your soul.

Joseph Campbell put it in the form of practical advice in a conversation with Bill Moyers. “Sacred space is an absolute necessity for anybody today. You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen.”

What would I say to a future great-grandson or daughter about their identity? “Don’t let us hold you back!” While you may have our eyes, smile, sense of humor, or love of fried chicken, don't let the inherited traits of your ancestors be your total identity. Go inside, in silence, until you discover that you are a child of the Creator, then allow his energy to flow to and through your physical traits. Become the eternal you that you were intended to be. That, my child, is our life's work.

How do you fight this feeling? Like Jacob, Achilles, and Menelaus, do you wrestle with God? Or, like Jesus, do you duel with the devil for 40 days and nights in the wilderness? Or, like Mary and John, do you turn, head down, and head home, one step at a time, to finish Friday, then suffer through Saturday, one breath at a time, with no sight of Sunday in the forecast? Perhaps you do all of the above - or none of the above.