I thought I’d take a moment today, since it’s an otherwise uneventful and relaxing day, to simply crack on some of the lame Christians that get on my nerves, siting scripture, of course, which is easy. I could type all day, but won’t because I want to get back to enjoying my two boys, wife and Joan Jett.
From yesterday’s Psalm 12: 6-8:
“God’s words are pure words,
Pure silver words refined seven times
In the fires of his word-kiln,
Pure on earth as well as in heaven.
God, keep us safe from our lies,
From the wicked who stalk us with lies,
From the wicked who collect honors
For their wonderful lies.”
To me, that spoke in terms of my embracing further refinement toward a purer product during my remaining liquid days, and in a current livelihood that doesn’t scream, “health crisis,” it is not a physical problem at this stage that I need to be concerned with, but spiritual solutions that will come my way well after the young Indian boy will have left his buffalo skin following his four-day vision quest.
Discipline is the surface discovery, but what remains? I can only wait to find out.
The second element of this passage from Psalm 12 calls to my mind the present day Christians–in some case leaders–who speak ill-advised wrongs toward segments of the population who God calls us to nurture: prostitutes, Mexicans, tax collectors and beer drinkers.
I, for one, am more of a reverse-racist, requiring 50-something white guys wearing ties to prove themselves before getting my stamp of cautious approval. And I should start today in making a little more effort in including those suspicious types in my circle of communion. While the health front is as-yet under control, I have many days to go and I will work that time to continue in self-discovery and God-discovery, remembering that “Contemplation is the highest form of activity,” as Aristotle noticed so long ago.
For the record, today’s weight: 149 pounds (again!).