Ziklag 4.10 - Desire is Not Wicked

SOS, the Coward, Suffering, and Trollocs

SOS Discipline - Daily Proverb and Red Letter Reader

Without boundaries there can be no harmonies. cf Pr. 28:23

The measure mediates the message. cf Mt. 7:2

Victory is not always to the practiced. Luck is no measure of skill. cf Sun Tzu 4.9

From Today’s Stack

Desire is Not Wicked

But passion is desire run out of self-control.

The passions are the seat of our spiritual corruption, thus “sin” sits enthroned first in man’s heart.

On Suffering in the Moment

Suffering will show up. Even when things are good, the fallen mind is always hunting for what is wrong. So disappointment shows up.

This is where self-discipline is key. When you hatch a baby monster, it is imperative that you kill it. You cannot be merciful about this. You cannot harbor a monster in your heart and expect to have a great day.

Glory is to know that every moment has been crafted for you already by a loving Father. The only one disappointed with your disappointment is you. The stress that compounds when all the stuff you can’t control happens is a furious attempt not to see the beauty of the moment under the cross.

Now, I’m not talking about those massive catastrophes of human suffering that are supposed to bring the whole city to its knees in repentance. I’m talking about those day to day sufferings that, under God, are mostly matters of preference that in the end turn out to be a bit obstinate about learning.

From Watergeist

These are the opening paragraphs of chapter one. I would much appreciate commentary.

Voldemort Goldweather was the most renowned explorer in the realm and the most famous author of the age.

But, he was a Trolloc. And Trollocs are evil.

If no one has ever told you about Trollocs before, then you maybe you don’t know the differences between wicked and evil. Heavens, some people these days don’t know the difference between good and bad at all! But bad is almost always to be preferred over evil. And Trollocs are most definitely evil. All of them. Every last one of the looting, murdering, bloodthirsty, lawless, pagan, chimeric bastards.

Except for Voldemort. Of course, he did not know his father like all the other herdlings in the pack. Of course, he grew up with everyone around him more an animal than a humanoid, a bunch of looting, murdering, bloodthirsty, lawless, pagan chimeras. But that didn’t mean he had to be one too, and that was something which nobody in the world seemed quite able to understand, least of Voldemort himself.