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The Word, are seeds and our bodies are the soil. How we treat our bodies and the bodies of others, with respect, discipline and value in the gifts of our body, will exercise our ability to distinguish weeds posing as flowers.
The feast for the body before the famine of soul.
Rejoice and delight the life that is bountiful before giving of self, for the spirit to renew.
There might be nothing.
There might be something.
And time is the only coin we use to gamble our lives.
Bet there is nothing, and despite the value of that coin increasing or decreasing in tangible value, the bet on nothing is, by definition, insubstantial.
Bet there is something, and all bets are off, for the bet itself negates the ‘something’ that only has value, worth believing in, if it substantiated with trust. The reward of faith is a joy that arises from receiving validation that all suffering and hardships were not in vain. That against the odds of survival, in a sudden plunge and impeding impact, something provides the knowledge that we will be caught and given a soft landing. This joy can only arise, if the knowledge is present before the fall. And despite this truth there is still a gamble and time is still our only coin, of which, to place any bet win, lose or draw is without a win or reward. But without the gamble there is no time to value, the mystery which exercises faith, there is only bets on nothing or something and neither carry trust.
Beware of the love of Christ. Beware of that which brings joy then that which signals fear. Because what brings joy is more real than the fears we experience. Joy is everlasting and permeates time, fear is temporary and therefore we will be compelled with more will to protect joy then have a need to guard our fears.
I am my most dangerous weapon the moment I make the choice to not trust in God.
To this day, I have never walked into Mass because I wanted to. I attend mass because of a sense of obligation, feeling that if I did not go, I would regret it. This regret is not due to some threat that I would be condemned to eternal damnation but that I would miss out. I know this is true because once I do fight the resistances instilled from my childhood – resenting being forced to go to some boring lecture with no guidance – I participate with a full heart. Once inside, I experience a love when I sing the songs, I feel an uplifting joy in the music and I strive to listen, really listen. This means taking the insight and not just apply the knowledge of truth to the troubled world at large as if I am innocent of such charges. But that whatever I might find right or wrong externally is perhaps something I should apply to myself internally.