waking up the searching spirit

Everyone does exactly as they are told. The spirit within moves the spirit without. Not everyone is as keenly aware of the spiritual as others. Some denominating spirits hardly recognize the spiritual at all. Some spend all their time with the entertaining spirits and great effort and thought goes into making churches grow by attracting people with entertaining spirits but with very little revealed to the searching spirits. While the church supper is important, since it feeds the body, the social setting is not used to advantage to feed the searching spirit within. The banquet for the body is very often ample while the banquet for the spirit is meager in comparison.

gates of oblivion across the Sea of Lethe

Humanists, a recent news items says, are advertising their faith formally and publicly. The politcal implications should be obvious. Notice humanism largely exists as a counterpoint inside cultures putting it forth that they do believe in God. Sinking into oblivion on the Sea of Forgetfulness seems like the only hope humanistic atheists hold out for themselves. Also, seeing is believing, not scientific, but if they cannot prove something they disregard it in their world. I would think that if there were no future beyond their body's demise then they are released from all moral considerations. They are on a suicide mission to oblivion, like getting drunk on a mindless college night. They have no check or balance to rein in impulses. One can even lie if they wanted to, since there are no ten commandments to consider. They are their own moral compass. No wondering for them which man is worse off, the one who tells a lie, or the one who believes it.

no matter what

When praying I often find myself thanking God for His Existence, and for the existence He has given me. Praise and gratitute no matter what.

the same forever never changing

Prayer is my spirit talking. It is very private and often quite different from public prayer. Growing up I thought many public prayers were wonderful to behold and wished I could pray like that. The glittering generalities and pious platitudes flew back in forth in a beautifully soft firecracker display largely telling God what He knew already. Then there were those that started out talking to God but ended up giving a sermonette to the audience. How they were able to morph that God-like feat was enviable in the extreme. Then there were the humble pie people who overworked the word just until I felt we might as well go away and tell God to never mind. Now when I pray, privately or publicly, I try to remind God of what he said and thank him for the answer. But one thing I never do is give God an out and tell him it is ok if he changes his mind. A poor dancer, I avoid dodging lightning bolts like the dickens.  

how much time do I really have?

I do not have much time, perhaps not even that much, to get my spirit believing, believing deeper down believing, in the existence of the Holy Spirit of Existence. Time has fooled me and it is fooling us both even as I think it. There is not much time left. If I can say, with our eternal God there is no time, then time may be an illusion, time, since it only exists in a comparative state. It is seemingly is experienced in the present, reflected in the past, and hope or feared in the future. But what is it? The laws of physics, the so called immutable laws of physics, cannot help me there. From this point on I need faith.