Good Morning Digitial Neighbors! Happy Saturday ADD Irregulars, WSN Contributors, Friends & Refugees, Early Birds & Later Dayers, Dawn Patrol, Misfits & Phamily, Conversants, Lurkers, Wanderers, Seekers, Lost and any other Black Sheep of the fold!
The travails of moving - the all in one PC took some damage during the move, major damage to the screen and perhaps its interior workings. While I was able to recovery 99% of my documents from the PC it looks like it was less so with the photos. More seem corrupted or incomplete than expected. Time will tell as I look through the various files, it will be a slow process and probably one I will not rush to do.
It is a humble reminder that nothing is permanent on this side of the grave. All things are subject to spoilage and corruption whether we like it or not. I don't think that means we become completely indifferent to things, but we learn to treat them as things and not given the weightiness and importance of persons. Persons matter far more than things, even if the number of things we possess far out number the persons we decide to include on our life journey.
Things are meant to be owned by us, not masters over us. Even the most valuable of things (something totally arbitrary for the most part; water, air & light are far more valuable than gold) is still just a thing. I know, I know, I am not all Zen and detached about things. I was not happy in the least when I heard the crunch of the PC screen and saw the damage. I can still loose my shit when treasured items suddenly get damaged or destroyed, but in the end it is still a thing. I pray I never loose that awareness in a moment of emotional loss, frustration or anger. I am even less happy that I may have lost some of the mementos of the last 5 or so years in corruption on that PC, but in the end I have to let go of them all not matter what.
The Flood of 1973, countless moves in life and even more burials and funerals than I can ever remember serve as constant reminders of the temporal nature of things. Again, I am hardly anywhere near an attitude of real detachment, but at least it is one the horizon of awareness and something to strive to embrace as my pilgrimage of life continues. To hold our beloved junk, the things of life with a light grasp seems to be the best approach for sustained contentment and place your heart on the people you love and truly treasure.
This C. S. Lewis quote always comes to mind and I leave you with it. For all my neighbors that believe this life is all there is, I pray that your time here is well spent and the people of your life are a real blessing. Making the most of our limited time is best thing we can do. For fellow Disciples, knowing that we live as pilgrims in this life should help us to let go of the things and love our neighbors with more sincerity of heart and generosity of spirit. We go before a seat of judgment and a place of ultimate meaning as we witness to our story of life and love before the Luminous and Communal. Have a great day my friends and know of my appreciation and prayers for all of you.
Today marks the three hundred and thirtieth birthday of the Frenchman François-Marie Arouet, better known by his nom de plume, Voltaire (1694-1778).
Born into a bourgeois family during the reign of Louis XIV, the “Sun King” (r. 1643-1715), Voltaire suffered tragedy at a young age when his mother died. Never close with his father or brother, Voltaire exhibited a rebellious attitude toward authority from his youth. His brilliant mind was fostered in the care of the Society of Jesus, who introduced him to the joys of literature and theater. Despite his later criticisms against the Church, Voltaire, throughout his life, fondly recalled his dedicated Jesuit teachers.
Although he spent time as a civil servant in the French embassy to the Hague, Voltaire’s main love was writing—an endeavor where he excelled in various genres, including poetry, which led to his appointment as the royal court poet for King Louis XV. Widely recognized as one of the greatest French writers, and even hyperbolically referred to by ...
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One day there came into the Garden a man in torn clothes badly bruised and cut, who said to the Lover, “In the name of the Beloved I demand your help.”
So the Lover and the Disciple let him in and dressed his wounds and prepared the best of the vegetables from the Garden for him to eat. When his wounds had been dressed and he had eaten and rested the Lover asked him how he had fallen into this plight, to which the man replied, “I was Minister of the Beloved in a city near this place, where I preached His gospel and expounded His doctrine to the people. I pointed out to them how their sins had made them wholly hateful to the Beloved and how therefore they were utterly beyond the range of His love and He would condemn them to eternal torments, whereon some fell into despair and wept bitterly but many were angry. One day the magistrates called me before them and begged me to leave the city and preach elsewhere for they said I had made many people so angry and desperate that they feared there might be a riot and they might not be able to protect me but that I might suffer some injury. I, however, very zealous for the Beloved and believing that the magistrates only feared that their own sins might be proclaimed, preached the more vehemently, denounced the magistrates and made it abundantly clear that the whole wicked city was foredoomed to eternal punishment by the just provision of the Beloved. Whereon a mob, stirred up no doubt by the corrupt and venal magistrates, fell upon me with sticks and stones, nearly killing me and driving me out of the city in the state in which I came to you.”
“My friend,” said the Lover, “this was not a good deed of yours, for besides denying the unfathomable compassion of the Beloved, you have by your obstinacy caused these people to commit a grievous sin, and this cannot be pleasing to the Beloved, that through you who profess to be His minister the people should become worse. Surely you remember that He Himself said, ‘If they persecute you in one city flee to another.’”
Therefore the man was very angry, and cursing the Lover, said, “I see that I have had a very false report of you and I do not believe that you are a servant of the Beloved at all. When I came to you so injured for the Beloved’s sake you set before me only herbs and fruits although the garden is full of birds which you could have killed to make me a worthy meal. I shall proclaim everywhere that you are no true servant of the Beloved but a mere falterer who dares not suffer in the cause of the Beloved. Be sure that you are foreordained to eternal torments who suffer nothing here.”
For the man was so blinded by his own pride that he could not perceive the scars on the hands and feet and the brows of the Lover nor how the cloth beneath the armpits of his tunic was dyed with a red dye. So he went out of the Garden cursing and shouting.
But the Lover looked sad and said, “A man like this does much harm to the cause of the Beloved, for by thus speaking falsely about the Beloved he may bring men to fear Him but none to love Him, and by love alone can any man approach the Beloved.”