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December: in spite of the fun filled parties, it’s a natural time for retrospection. We’ll take a look at breaking down barriers holding us back in this month’s series, Some Walls.

Are you ready to charge into 2015, leaving 2014 in a cloud of dust? Author C. Joybell C. bravely challenges us to reconsider the year we’ve had first:

If you lack the humility to go back and tie up the loose ends in your past, then be prepared to forever be haunted by her ghosts, all of whom will come into your present and your future – staining everything and everyone with their leftover emotional and mental garbage.

Reconciling the past isn’t about simply throwing a spiritual cloak of love and light over an issue. Sometimes it’s about mindfully facing the nitty gritty details like Reverend Deacon Robert Zito did.

When he’s not serving at Trinity Wall Street, Mr. Zito practices corporate securities law and volunteers as a mediator. A particularly thorny case between a developer and architect crossed his desk for negotiation.

The developer claimed that the architect had not provided the contracted services, resulting in a multi-million dollar loss. The architect counter-claimed that the contract had been fulfilled and the developer had no basis for his allegations.

A disagreement like this would be tough enough in any city, but in the rough and tumble world of Manhattan real estate, conditions had quickly escalated to a spiteful stalemate. Things had gotten so bad that they had taken to communicating only through their lawyers via flame mails. For years.

A successful settlement seemed impossible, but an unexpected opening appeared after everyone settled in. Remarkably, the parties were truly listening to one another. Mr. Zito boldly seized the moment with a quiet proposal.

“I’d like to keep talking, so I hope the attorneys won’t mind giving us a few minutes on our own?”

Each lawyer nodded in agreement. They calmly left the room. The conversation continued…and continued.

There wasn’t a storybook ending filled with mutual apologies and long hugs that day. But there was release as minds slowly changed. The ghosts of Bitterness and Stubbornness vanished. Mr. Zito ended his Message at Trinity with the hopeful note, “I know God was in that room.”

As I listened, the lyrics from “Some Walls” ran through my mind. This December, make Mr. Zito’s story your own. The Divine is willing to meet you in whatever room you’re in, and that includes rooms filled with hard conversations. Let some walls fall, even if you can only dismantle them one brick at a time.

 

Some walls are made of stone

Sometime we build our own

Some walls stand for years

And some wash away with tears

 

Some walls are lined with gold

Where some hearts stay safe and cold

Some walls are made of doubt

Holding in and keeping out

 

How will you ever know what might be found

Until you let the walls come tumbling down

 

If there’s any hope for love at all

Some walls must fall

If there’s any hope for love at all

Some walls must fall