The Almost Dailies Nov 22
Eye Candy, Widsom and Grace
🔆🌈 Alleluia! @everyone
All the battle for the attention of your eyes, the complex web of experience and power, that the spirits of the age wage on you, will come down to a few simple moments before you die. What will you be thinking about then?
In my experience, the biggest difference between a hospital room in recovery and a hospital room where death draws near is that once it has become serious, the television gets turned off.
I usually ask if I may turn the TV off when I visit people homebound or in special care. I am often surprised that it is not the first thing that they do themselves when I enter the room, the remote usually lying limp, like a forgotten toy.
But when it gets real, when the shadows, lengthen, when it looks like the bowl is about to be dashed against the rocks and the cord about to be cut, there is a feeling that all peoples share which brings the meaning of life tremendously into focus.
No one wants to watch the Wizard of Oz one more time at that point. Everyone I have ever been near wants to see his people. More so, he wants to bless his people.
This is where I have in the past found great disappointment in Christians who bless their pagan children. This is the moment, if there is any, for a faithful witness of the two clear paths, one wide, one narrow, one false one true. A father who loves his son will discipline him.
This is where the battle for your attention now is important. It is the seeds you sow in yourself now that will bear their fruit then. What paths are you walking with your eyes? What expectations are you setting for your soul? If the world ended today would that be enough for you? If she died, if it collapsed, if no one would help, then what?
I ask these questions because I ask these questions. I walk the path Christ has set me on, and I wake up wondering about it all. Why doesn’t God answer that prayer? Why is he allowing these things to happen? Why can’t I ever seem to get over that thing? How can I make the same mistakes again and again?
That’s why the blessed part of waking up every day as a Christian is the Psalms. Without them, I’m certain I’d already be caught up in the whirlwind of stories being flung about me.
Every time I think it can’t get weirder, the Word of God remains stable. The soul of the Spirit of Jesus in the Psalms fills the void. Even the parts that are less understood are the places where wisdom sleeps and hopes to awaken.
“Taste and see that Jesus Christ is good. His lovingkindness endures forever.”
If you’ve never done it, try reading Psalm 23 out loud in Jesus’ Name today. Then, believe it. It’s for you!
📐🦋Almost Daily Maxim!
Know your personnel. 26:8
📐🦄Almost Daily Red Letters!
Know your personnel does not mean despise your personnel. 5:22i
📐🏴Almost Daily Vs. the AntiChrist!
Cyprian agrees with Augustine when he says in his fourth letter to Cornelius:
Accordingly, as regards the divine observance and apostolic practice, you must diligently keep and practice what is also observed among us and in almost all the provinces, that for celebrating ordination properly, whatsoever bishops of the same province live nearest should come together with the people for whom a pastor is being appointed, and the bishop should be chosen in the presence of the people, who most fully know the life of each one, which we also have seen done among us at the ordination of our colleague Sabinus, that by the suffrage of the entire brotherhood, and by the judgment of the bishops who had assembled in their presence, the episcopate was conferred and hands laid on him.13ii
📐🦋Almost Daily Smarts
“Technology” is not a “spiritually” neutral category of nature.
📐🧧From the Wyr Eld of Watergeist
The cupboard made noise as Synu took down a plate. She placed cheese and a bit of bread on it.
“Will you take food?” she said.
“How will you feed the child?”
“We do not know,” Analia answered. “There is some milk in our mother's breasts, but it will not last till midday. He will soon follow her, I am afraid.”
“He?” She leaned forward, as if hovering. “Have you named him?”
“We had not thought of it,” Talitha replied.
“I was a mother,” the woman said, her icy eyes afire with pain remembered. “Not such a long time ago.”
📐🌊Almost Daily Sun Tzu!
Understanding is built of words you assume to be true. 1:3