Self-responsibility is the seed of opportunity of the shrewd manager of grievance
A thought just occurred to me that make a whole lot of good sense as I continue to practise willingness to understand how the past helps mould the present. I am also even more convinced that though I, humanly cannot return to the womb and start over, memory- especially the unsolicited category of remembering- can take me back even to places I do not want to go or would not want to or wish to go.
Examining the artefacts in my history knapsack has again gain more merit. I sense that I did a lot of thinking back in my mothers’ womb. And beyond my mother’s womb I must have been spending all breath and its energy investigating my ancestral bones and putting God to the test and making holy demands of an acceptable explanation for all the genealogy gashes that seem to continue to want to outweigh heavenly delight.
I could very well have had God’s attention while I was practising to stand up on my own two feet. I wanted to spend my life with God because God was so much fun. The fun somehow got snatched away and having too much fun was traded for a labour for love of love from love.. I mean this weird stuff was crucified and buried and life somehow carried along. Well I decided that hopelessly devoted was not my idea of existence and so of course a dead God was no use; God resurrected- alive and asleep still not much help but a bit better than a dead God or monstrous master.
Love was alive and also love was alive and cold!
I was already very shrewd. I was however, an inexperienced pilgrim of the world out side the womb where the moment is all I knew and, had. Turns out that God chose to let me find out firsthand what world after human birth or birth of human evolve and what it requires so I can make an informed decision- shrewdly. Favourably, somehow time stood still; my first and biggest shock I discovered about time.
What was even more surprising and equally petrifying in an exhilarating kind of way is that death too removed its disguise or maybe it removed my disguise of it. Even death had one on me; talk about a bind!
God woke up and when I say God woke up I mean God woke up! Shock number two. Shock number three. God is looking for me
First thing I did was hand God my bag o’ grievances. Surprise number two. God tossed the knapsack aside. And gave me the juiciest squeeze. Shock number four I gave God the kiss of life.
A thought just occurred to me that make a whole lot of good sense as I continue to practise willingness to understand how the past helps mould the present. I am also even more convinced that though I, humanly cannot return to the womb and start over, memory- especially the unsolicited category of remembering- can take me back even to places I do not want to go or would not want to or wish to go.
Examining the artefacts in my history knapsack has again gain more merit. I sense that I did a lot of thinking back in my mothers’ womb. And beyond my mother’s womb I must have been spending all breath and its energy investigating my ancestral bones and putting God to the test and making holy demands of an acceptable explanation for all the genealogy gashes that seem to continue to want to outweigh heavenly delight.
I could very well have had God’s attention while I was practising to stand up on my own two feet. I wanted to spend my life with God because God was so much fun. The fun somehow got snatched away and having too much fun was traded for a labour for love of love from love.. I mean this weird stuff was crucified and buried and life somehow carried along. Well I decided that hopelessly devoted was not my idea of existence and so of course a dead God was no use; God resurrected- alive and asleep still not much help but a bit better than a dead God or monstrous master.
Love was alive and also love was alive and cold!
I was already very shrewd. I was however, an inexperienced pilgrim of the world out side the womb where the moment is all I knew and, had. Turns out that God chose to let me find out firsthand what world after human birth or birth of human evolve and what it requires so I can make an informed decision- shrewdly. Favourably, somehow time stood still; my first and biggest shock I discovered about time.
What was even more surprising and equally petrifying in an exhilarating kind of way is that death too removed its disguise or maybe it removed my disguise of it. Even death had one on me; talk about a bind!
God woke up and when I say God woke up I mean God woke up! Shock number two. Shock number three. God is looking for me
First thing I did was hand God my bag o’ grievances. Surprise number two. God tossed the knapsack aside. And gave me the juiciest squeeze. Shock number four I gave God the kiss of life.
Love warmed up and reset the refiners fire to a blazing scorch. Then God decided to let me in on some of the ancestral troves.
Shock number five and surprise number three. Grievance transform to compassion
I am still getting to know God firsthand and that is worth knowing the past and reverencing the present and its presents.
Shock number five and surprise number three. Grievance transform to compassion
I am still getting to know God firsthand and that is worth knowing the past and reverencing the present and its presents.
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