Letters of a Befuddled Subject‌ April 26, 2017 Dear Jesus, Being your slave, what can I do to tend the hours serving you? I see in your creatures vast potency in Love, latently waiting like some lady-in-waiting on a wedding. They bustle about with business for the purpose of distraction from leisurely thinking on beauty. Really, I notice Jesus, that when Love finally penetrates, they are embarrassed. How curious an emotional reaction in us Jesus; for I too have been embarrassed as such that I was mortified at your preferal of me because I could not defend myself. Is this also their problem as well? If it is, then we are one in sin here and one in grace where there is conversion from this petulant embarrassment of preference (for here all are preferred) in your Love. Pride enters before the sin of it is commit and with utter fecundity, rapidly procreates making the stellars of stars and astors of planets in place until that moment when the polarity of Pride’s incipient haste becomes illuminated with black light and goes from passive to active. This dark light has power to give men sight with no rites of prayer or Love and chokes all ceremony of innocents; that sense of self-worth that
Issuu converts static files into: digital portfolios, online yearbooks, online catalogs, digital photo albums and more. Sign up and create your flipbook.