Virtual Notes.

Arrival of holidays allows one a brief moment of respite for reflection, bittersweet in nature. With few words to think of at the moment, I shall try to express a form of coherent wordplay.

Let us see. I should think life far from perfect, but a layered package we continuously unwrap in discovery and wrap again with bindings purchased from terrible experiences. I lean heavily into the parable of Lazarus and the Rich Man, with sores but resolute in morality. Contrast to the cares of life choking the wheat, but of course, what we allow into our inner circle to sacrifice the immediate refuge in exchange for eternal dwellings, hope for things unseen. 

What are we doing with the time given to us? Exercising our tools provided to us, no matter how small as exemplified in the boy and his loaves and fish? Perhaps we may defeat boredom, that room of which terrible waste occurs, if we were instead busy attempting to find any which way in a wholesome manner to identify tools and use those tools of blessing. 

Going to quote Lethargic Liturgy on this one.

""Christ does not have pretty children, but what a beautiful reflection of the bruised, beaten Christ within their faces, a poem of the socket plucked from its side and attached to His, unable to walk without Him. Imperfect are the steps, but never could one say they did not beat upon the flesh daily, putting to death the old, rotting carcass of man."

 "Remain in me, as I also remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me." -John 15:4

"And all drank the same spiritual drink. For they drank from the spiritual Rock that followed them, and the Rock was Christ." -1 Corinthians 10:4

Now for tunes...

Well, perhaps this is an interesting selection with a far greater meaning aside from the ear worm of a beat.