Hmmmm. Is a glimpse of "dying to the flesh" what just wafted over me a few seconds ago? I was pondering lugging my body back in front of the Sudan Embassy 6d/21h for months.
My body is not, NOT happy about the idea. But it is not pulling me away from the idea either. "Dying to the flesh?" Yes, this is what I sensed.
Am I moving in this direction? Certainly.
Do I have any regrets? Yes. I regret that I am learning about this and gaining some capacity for it at 56 years not 8 years old. Oh my God, what a mistake, what an error, what a travesty is our worship of selfishness / disconnection / self-indulgence.... Hell. Pleasure Island. Filthy. Blood soaked.
Will I ever be good at it - at Dying to the Flesh? I pray so. We'll see.
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