Meditation
Empty yourself
What I don’t understand is how those other Christians can be so obtuse. Don’t they know that . . .
What I don’t understand is how those other Christians can be so obtuse. Don’t they know that . . .
An evil person and a good person are standing side by side under a cliff. A rock falls and smashes the good person. How does that make you feel?
Poor Peter. He really takes it on the chin sometimes. One minute Jesus is saying “on this rock I will build my church”; the next he says “get behind me Satan.”
My grandfather was a funny guy. Not always respectful, but sometimes very funny.
Consider the state of the world today. Where do you find joy in this time of discord and division and loss?
Should I do anything and everything that people ask me to do if I am able? Or should I do what I feel like doing? Or what seems to be required of me? Or what I would feel guilty about if I didn’t do it? Or should I do what I “feel called” to do?
I recently saw an episode of the TV show _NCIS_ in which there was a woman who heard a dead man speaking, leading her to find the years-dead body. She intuited how he had been killed and sensed something of his character and the events of his life.
A metaphor is like a gas tank full of alcohol. It’ll get you going, but you don’t want to drive it too far or your vehicle will cough and choke. [How’s that for a meta metaphor?]
You mean I have to sell all that I have? I don’t want to quit doing things I enjoy, or be homeless, or lose all my friends, or be disowned by my family, or be fired from my job, or lose my reputation and be disgraced.
“Set [your] minds on the things of the Spirit.” I can try to set my mind all I like, but each time I try, it bounces back to where it was in about one millisecond. How can I control my thinking like that?