all for the self glory of the christ…
that’s what it’s all about, for the majority of us, isn’t it? we either live lives that glorify our selves or that glorify something we consider to be -=god=-. we either want to be praised, or we praise. well, and there are some of us that just want to fade away into obscurity, although i think we all do all three of things all the time anyway. the triune spirit, the past/present/future, me/myself/i… but if you are going to live a life dedicated to the service of god, make it clear that that is what you are doing. separate yourself from the milieu and don sackcloth. become a student of St. Francis or of Mother Theresa and serve others. i’m too selfish to do this. hell, i won’t even volunteer to serve meals at Thanksgiving. or take a minimum wage job that would force me to reanalyze my priorities on a moment to moment basis. why are we (am i) so obsessed with self pleasure? why do we have to be happy? is it an american thing? because there are a hell of a lot of people of this planet that live unhappy lives. does happiness mean we are closer to god? does me being happy make you happy? did you even know i felt happiness last night? or maybe i’m lying. what if i lied and told you i was happy to make you feel happy. would that rule out the possibility of you having a genuinely happy reaction to my statement?
i’m just saying that i think the goals we set, the priorities we establish and govern our activities by are a bit whack. there is benefit is living by systems. perpetuity, for one. if you create systems of normal behavioral activity in your life, you are more likely to live longer. haphazard living can cause breakdowns in your systems that will cause malfunction and early death. of the body. and the mind too. and eventually the spirit. but what about living in the reverse order. what if we took higher care of the spirit than we did of the body. what if we did about faces and lived by the strongest guidance's of the pure love of our hearts (instead of fear of care for our bodies) and cast off our shoes and walked the streets trying to find food for all of the hungry children in our cities every night. what if those kinds of concerns became the strongest priorities in our lives. would we not become saint-like? like Francis? like Theresa? maybe we’d live shorter live spans, but the power of the punch in the lives we lived could be so much more powerful…
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