Thursday, April 14, 2011
Further Philosophical and Vaguely Religious Musings
I just read a blog and, in the person's remarks about who she was, she said, "I am a hole in the flute that Jesus' breath goes through." Where's that at? I am at the very least the actual flute if not the sheet music or perhaps the music teacher, or maybe, sometimes, the inspiration for someone's song. Who the hell wants to be a hole? God plays music on me everyday. I can hear it. You could too if you listened.
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Not another cafeteria catholic espousing the wisdom of how they got it all figured about between themsevles and the big guy in the sky? I guess we all have to manage our catholic guilt one way or the other. I think it's a convenient cop out to give up practicing the doctrine that was force fed on all of us as yoots. Some of us only had to get it once a week at CCD/Religous Ed (as they call it today) and/or a few years in Catholic school. I think if nothing else it's disrespectful to our parents or the parent that made us go. Giving up like this, on the way we were raised spiritually, is arrogant. 1 hour a week in a communal, meditative peace with our neighbors is not that much to ask. It ain't just being at mind with YOUR image of GOD. It's seeking out the one that the neighbor sitting next to you are praying they hear, feel and yet see - one day - when they really need HIM. If I had a dollar for everyone who told me "I don't have to go to church to be with God" I would have a fortune and I would give it to the church. HE Has RISEN! Love you !
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