I listened to an incredible message about Faith this morning on the way into the office. Car-time is captive audience time. While I could be listening to mindless songs that conjour memories, desires or despair; I decided to feed my innards (that's Jethro for soul...spirit man...inner being). In fact, it's the same thing I listened to on the way home yesterday. In the immortal words of Jed Clampet, "That's the thang about possum innards; theyz just as good the second day!" ...and so it was. The sermon was on how Faith requires Love in action and the importance of Love above so many other things we dogmaticly pursue. Furthermore; the message went on to say that "fear" is nothing more than selfishness. Say you had a fear of flying; but in reality it doesn't bother you that I fly or anyone else. It is an infatuation with ourselves that "fear" is spawned. The rub goes like this: Planes fall out of the sky all the time; but what if it's the one "I" am on? Our concern for self makes its presence know in so many ways, many of which we never notice. I really don't need any help loving "me." Even when we hate ourselves, we are really focusing on ... "ourselves." How bizarre?
One thing is for sure: if you want something, you gotta go where it is. If you want to be a champion, you train with/against champions. Iron sharpens iron, not soap, silk or cotton. Why do we punk out when it comes to something that requires a "self-less" investment on our part? We are too afraid of what everyone will say. We are afraid of not getting the proper recognition or respect. We are afraid of being taken advantage of again? These are the foxes that steal our glory, our power and our identity! Take captive every thought. Man is given dominion over everything .... I'm sorry, did I say "everything," ...I meant to say everything on the earth. But if you don't know who you are; then you won't act like who you are. Our bodies follow our minds; no chicken or egg story lurking in the background. I'm only shoveling spades today! You want you some FAITH; go find somebody with some — to get some! You can't crawl in the mud and expect to shine like a pearl. If you hang with pigs, you're probably going to grunt.
Anyway, like the gladiators of today (football players, sportsmen), if you are faced with a losing season; go BACK TO THE BASICS. There is probably, no, definitely something you used to do that you "got too busy or too good" to do now. Go back and refresh your mind and see for yourself the springs of everlasting water rush over your puny form, enlivening it once more! Cry havok and let lose the wolves of GOOD!!!!!!!! Resistence is futile! So let it be written; so let it be done. You gotta get some, to give some! Fight or lay down and crawl out of the way! Don't proclaim if you're ashamed!
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