As meaning making machines we conjure up all kinds of reasons for thing we do not actually know so the world makes sense. It is a harmless function of our minds unless we are basing our reasoning on false translations. I am not a language expert but I have been in the company of enough people speaking different languages and translation experiences to know a lot can get lost in the interaction. Translation is not isolated to languages. We each need to translate our thinking to each other. We believe others see things as we do but it is not true. How many times have we found ourselves wondering . . . it makes perfect sense to me, why wouldn’t it make sense to everyone else? Therein lies the dilemma of operating from the assumption of others seeing the same things we do. They may have two eyes but they have a different set up filters in their mind through which what they see creates meaning. In order to convey how I see things, I must translate not only the actual visualization but the meaning I attached to it. In some cases I may need to provide translation for the meaning as well. This can be challenging especially when we are entrenched in our perspective and do not realize the need for translation. If we are letting our translation of a situation be more important than the relationships we are in it is because we are certain our translations are the correct ones. I have been humbled more than once by my certainty and at the end of the day I am not sure it worked for me to not seek out a different translation. On my daily dates with God I find myself asking more and more for God to translate my understanding and grant me the courage to see it through God’s eyes. When things are translated through the language of love even if we have different translations we can still be with others in peace. Our egos are not wedded to being right. It is easier to breathe when love provides the translation.
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