The common definition I have been given for the greeting “Namaste” is “the light in me greets the light in you.” That “light” is the spark of divinity within all of us. It is also called our Christ Consciousness. I’d say it was a huge moment in my life receiving this information. I am not just this human body and mind, but within me lies a light and that light is God. My view of life has not been the same since.
I am grateful to have found an amazing church that is supportive and encouraging of the search for truth. I go to church not to gather with friends (although they are an amazing group of people) or out of duty or obligation, but for spiritual food. Some Sundays I stay home because my nourishment that day is meant to come from loving time with my family, time in nature, or reading spiritual literature. But most Sunday’s I feel a pull to go. It never fails that when I respond to that pull and show up, I receive “my message.”
Today I received a few messages, but the most important one came in a song. From time to time our music director will have us sing the song “The Face of God.” This particular song, I believe, expresses the same sentiment as the greeting “Namaste.” The lyrics are as follows:
You are the face of God.
I hold you in my heart.
You are a part of me.
You are the face of God.
Usually after 2 verses of the song, we are asked to turn toward someone next to us, look into their eyes, and sing the song to them. I will admit that often this is an uncomfortable feeling. I think it has a lot to do with the quote I posted yesterday. It is hard for us to accept our own divinity. Many of us have had lifetimes of being told we are miserable sinners. We also have a difficult time truly connecting with other people on a soul level. So to look in the eyes of someone you either don’t know or don’t know well and acknowledge their spark is quite the challenge. Today when the song started, I felt a bit nervous. Who would I sing to and how would it feel?
When it came time to find a neighbor, the friend sitting next to me had stepped out. I turned around and saw a visitor, who was there with her daughter. The woman was probably in her 80’s. I reached for her hand and looked into her eyes as I sang the song. She had beautiful blue eyes and I watched as they welled up with tears. By the end of the verse the tears were streaming down her cheeks. Her daughter looked at her and began to cry as well, then I also began to choke up. It was a beautiful moment. We had gone past the superficial level and experienced the true meaning of “Namaste.”
I put this video up so you could listen to the song if you want to. Hearing it gives a little more meaning to the post. It seems the video must have been put together in the aftermath of Katrina as it contains a lot of those images.