Words Without Courage Not Spoken
Saturday, October 08, 2005
I am disgusted.
If a perfect heart, at the beat, glistens and pumps shiney red blood to arteries connecting this way and that...
...then my heart is flakey, having dried up through major perforation, and taken on a lifeless, charcoal, indifinitive shape.
To go through life and point out all the messy things going on is fruitless, but to turn from them and to God and give it all up is where we find joy.
This is not to trivialize these messy things: it is only to objectify them, and walk away from them. We are hurting, and there is only one delivery from it.
If a perfect heart, at the beat, glistens and pumps shiney red blood to arteries connecting this way and that...
...then my heart is flakey, having dried up through major perforation, and taken on a lifeless, charcoal, indifinitive shape.
To go through life and point out all the messy things going on is fruitless, but to turn from them and to God and give it all up is where we find joy.
This is not to trivialize these messy things: it is only to objectify them, and walk away from them. We are hurting, and there is only one delivery from it.