For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.
2 Corinthians 4:17-18
Sometimes we are the recipients of pain brought on by others, simply because we are a safe outlet to dispose of that pain. My immediate reaction to the angst heaped on my head from others today, the first day of the New Year 2020, was irritation. January 1, whilst a man-made illusion, is still our symbolic new day, our new year, our decade, a new chapter for which I am hopeful and in anticipation of many blessings. On this day, if any, shouldn’t we be able to believe in renewal, however naive?
It’s too easy to focus in on the things that come in the moment. Depending on the events of the day, we make an emotional decision about whether the day was good or bad. But if my hope sways or surges based on words that a wounded human says to me in order to release their own pain, then how am I any different than the rest of the world? One of my good friends says, “Every day is a gift.” I believe him. We just have to keep remembering that.
Even the worst grief, we are told by the word, is merely a light affliction compared to eternal weight. With years I pray comes better understanding, on a soul-level, of the transience of these days, the transformation of my TEMPORARY body-temple made up of soil, salt & stardust … and the metamorphosis of my eternal being.
We are often told by pop psychiatrists that people don’t and/or can’t change but that is a lie of slaveholders. We are not bound by that. People DO change and we continue changing even after we die. So BEHOLD and spring forth. It is always time for hope, visionary zeal and action, wherever you are. The Time Is Now.
Speaking of change. Bear with me. Two dudes are complaining right now about all the new people at the gym. The joke’s on them … because I’m not there. The doc wants me to write positive things about my health so the best I can do here is make a joke. This is hardly an elegant plate but it does move toward the criteria I’ve been charged with in the face of a hypertension diagnosis: one-ingredient foods, 3/4 vegetables. Roasted Butternut squash, pickle and onion (I count that as veg!!!) and a 5 oz. beef patty, no cheese. Less stress. Plus, a glass of pinot noir and a piece of dark chocolate. I can still have that. Eventually I think I will have to do away with both the juice and the sauce but you know what, it’s a holiday. And I like-a the sauce. I went in for a checkup and guess what? I lost four pounds but zero inches. What kind of crap is that? Where were those four pounds? MY ANKLES???
Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it?