Muddled Thoughts...
The pope is dying.
Sad, I guess.
Suffice it to say that I’m not exactly emotionally attached.
I hear reports of so many people weeping in mourning over this mortal man.
They should be weeping over not knowing You.
Why would men want to keep other men from learning about my You?
Answer: Power.
It seems the more I learn about Your love for me the simpler life is.
All of man’s attempts to explain You make You more complex in our minds.
We are gold temples covered with different coats of paint thinking that it looks better.
We call that paint religion.
Yet You still see right through it.
I love You too.
Exposing Myself on a Regular Basis
“All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you. I never had a selfless thought since I was born. I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through: I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn. Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek, I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin: I talk of love -a scholar's parrot may talk Greek- But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin." - C S Lewis