(quick thoughts from while on the move) "Now" is the only important time, because now is the time of decision. The future cannot affect us, but we can be affected by our perceptions of the future. So how do my hopes, my longing, and my perception of the future interact with the "now"? This is how the future affects the "now". We make our decisions based on our perception of how the outcome will influence risk; how will it change our vulnerability, exposure, and the hazards we will face in a perceived future - and we try to minimize the risk. As a Christian we're not supposed to make decisions based on minimizing risk! As long as we're on God's path the world's idea of risk is not a real perception of risk. When we let the world's idea of risk fill our vision, we make choices that deviate from the path. The real risk, the eternal risk, is that we will stray from the path. For then we walk on a precipice, then we are vulnerable, then we are exposed. So get a perspective!
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(quick thoughts from while on the move) I'm frustrated. I live with this "song" inside for which I can't find the words, musical notes, or images. Its like having a thought on the tip of your tongue and you just can't get it out! Or that fleeting image that cleverly evades your memory. But its stronger than these feeling, much stronger ... and frustrating! Why do we struggle to find the expression that will release this pent-up emotion? Is this the broken me that will only be fixed when life continues beyond death. Until then must we live with this disease, this disability that leaves us mute? But maybe some of the cause that prevents me from expressing beautiful simplicity is treatable - at least in part? Maybe there's a solution that treats the problem in the way an amputee can learn to be mobile again, or someone who is going blind can learn Braille. With practice disabled people can regain some measure of their created functionality. But it takes a lot of practice to build these compensating skills, and to develop the abilities to replace what has been lost in the great war. Have I invested enough in practice, in my physio-therapy for the soul? And here is perhaps one of the most pervasive evils of today’s world: how the business of life steals our time. Like a thief, the pressures of "being" is the pick-pocket that steals from our reserves of time, leaving us paupers with no capital to invest in therapy skills for soulful expression. We need to dedicate time to therapeutic exercise; to write so we can write, to sing so we can sing, converse so we really converse, and worship so we can effectively worship. (quick thoughts from while on the move) Art is: something that shows you what you've never before seen, or takes you to a place you've never before been. So is an artist a taxi driver? God is the master artist. Jesus shows us what it truly means to be an artist at work. We're created to be artists: 1Cor 9:19-23 (quick thoughts while on the move)
Sometimes all one needs to do is stop the conversation in yourself - halt the continuing battles of verbal exchanges with “virtual” antagonists that circle in your mind for hours. Words will come, so go slow. Take one word, just a single word. Don't rush - wisdom was never in a hurry. Then fit the word into a sentence, perhaps write it down. Like a fine wine lying at rest in a cool cellar, give it time to mature. Then find another word, and continue. Taste it, test it. (quick thoughts while on the move) You really gotta rediscover religion. I mean, you really gotta rediscover it. I'm not talking about that religion you grew up with. No, that'd be like digging up a grave. I'm talking about a real thing, not a zombie. I'm talking about finding that first love, when all you want is to become immersed. Like when you first love someone so desperately; when you hug all you want to happen is for the two of you to melt into each other. That's the religion I'm talking about. We gotta rediscover it. (quick thoughts from while on the move) (when) Still, like when you're lonely in a crowd your passions have built a moat and people are simply to be observed (then) Sing, as if you know all the words like you know where you're going before you drown in yourself (and) Move, leave the monochrome introspection shadows don't live in the dark caves have no constrast (so) Find, yourself by the shadows you cast when you stand in the sun showing a sign you're alive (to) Know, you're connected. |
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Probably the best therapy is to express yourself. Why do you think psychiatrists make you lie on the couch and talk, while all they do is murmur "hmmm", "uhuh", or "go on"? Archives
May 2017
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