Letters Of A Befuddled Subject
Thursday May 4, 2017 Dear Jesus, Life is full of surprises in both serendipitous discoveries to the unmistakable bull’s eye of deliberation. Can this save Our Nation? Can we size or otherwise consummate our need of Caritas? The Charity that gives and doesn’t take is the One that is best disposed to the symbiosis of receiving Love in return. The problem here, Jesus, is one of torpor before laziness sets in; the sin of which switches the conscience’s polarity from Charity to Avarice, and after Avarice…Laziness. Jesus, it becomes an atrophy of the Personal Will to till the soil of Love into a Garden of Life and becomes a culture of Death! This culture never seeks personal harm on the self, rather always seek to peek into the torments of others whom get harmed. This is common only about sin in general, Never about the individual whom may sway towards sin and become enmeshed in its web of deceit. Defeat Sin! Conker it like the childes game and knock invincible ignorance, once and for all, out! I understand. Temptations resisted are consolations with reparation for sin itself; that Just Wrath used Unjustly. “Lead Us Not into Temptation! Rather, deliver Us from the Evil One!” These are Your own words, Jesus. So, what is the answer? Relief from temptations? Successful resistance? What will be the limit? After a long time of resistance, Pride can set in. It
creeps up so slowly, it covers ground in no time flat and the one is entrenched. I’ve witnessed these anomalies called conundrum. It seems that need wants opposing things at the same time and gets wrestles at the vexation. You want Us to have temptations in order to resist while that torque compounds a futile effort in the Subject to continue to resist Pride over having won so many battles. When the cork is pulled and the wine pops its lid and smacks the lips, it is this very vexation that is the pleasing gift of consolation, even if the Subject falls into Pride. I see! You come and remove Our Pride so we may continue in conquering sins concupiscence! I Love You! Your Befuddled Subject