TIRED AND SIRED

To be human is to run of gas from time to time. I think outside of the spiritual significance of the Sabbath day there is the practical side that God knew were needed the moments of stopping the routine and allowing ourselves to recharge. I’m not sure we always take that advice to heart, but I do appreciate how it is important.

For myself, since I work full time on the weekends, Tuesdays often ends up being my day of rest. There are some Tuesdays when I truly feel the need more than others. And it is interesting how when I find myself in the period of quiet it ends up affecting my thoughts about life in general.

This almost always lures me to that precipice of gazing past my current situation and thoughts of what lies beyond this life. I can hardly do that without God entering into my thinking, which is not something I’m complaining about.

I only wish such a visit was totally spiritual without any other intrusions. But it never works out that way. For sometimes too me the door to the spiritual realm doesn’t just open to Heaven’s realm or God’s spirit visiting one’s thoughts. It means when that door is open the soul can end up being susceptible to the tangential voices from the dark corners of reality.

It can create a rollercoaster of moods and thoughts, which can be both good and bad. Which may seem confusing and difficult for some to accept. However, it is a far more common event than some might be willing to acknowledge.

That is a reality that can have such awkward affects upon a person’s spirit. You can be sitting and praying, reading the bible, singing a hymn and your mind will drift to some faith or spiritual thought. One can have a moment of pure ethereal lucidity and then in the middle of a serene and truly blissful experience IT attacks. Hate, anger or some vision of rage will dart into the brain.

What is amusing to me is you can always sense that distraction in the gaze from another’s eyes. They will start out with some transfixed flash in their orbs that shows a focus in balance with mind, body and soul towards God’s direction.

Then comes the intrusion, no doubt sired by Satan’s hordes that is intended to confuse and distract. It pulls at the emotional strings and if successful interrupts one’s concentration. As long as we are alive this is a clash within that we will battle.

The problem is while this is a common experience, not everyone is prepared to accept that they have such carnal desires or how the flames of hate can so easily be set ablaze in one’s soul. I even remember one person who told me once how she had never actually hated anyone in her life. There were those she didn’t love very much, but none she actually hated. I have to admit to feeling sorry for her in her self-dishonesty. She might not have been willing to call it hate, but there were sure plenty of times when she acting and said things that were hateful from my point of view. Not that I felt I was any better, I just was aware how she had given into the sad need to pretend that one can be a person of faith and not be a target of Satan’s desire to ignite our dark side.