I'm spending the weekend at my mom's....which means "no internet access w/o a trip to McD's" I was there for an hour or so this morning but they had the a/c so low, I was absolutely frozen when I left. So, here in my mom’s apartment, I've been going through notes, snippets, copies of web pages, blog ideas, quotes etc. etc. etc. that I have saved on my computer. I keep coming up with more ideas for posts than I will probably ever have time to write about.
This one just struck my fancy, taken from a blog called the Four Mass'keteers…a Catholic leaning blog (evidenced by the name--the "Mass"keteers....which I never noticed till just now) I liked the following snippet from a recent post....that originally came from a daily meditation on The Magnificant, a site I've never visited but may....later.... when I get within broadcasting range of a wifi router......
First the snippet….
The Magnificat has a meditation today, as they do everyday, that one should contemplate on for hours allowing the words to touch our hearts, our souls - to melt the ice at the center of our beings...
Yielding To The Holy Spirit
Tears are the humble, created water of my heart that corresponds to the powerful uncreated water of the Spirit’s life in me. Tears are perhaps the most rejuvenating and re-creating water of all, the evidence that I have allowed grace to melt the ice at the center of my being.
As Leon Bloy says strikingly, where there are tears, there is the Holy Spirit, because the Spirit of God is always, as at the beginning, “hovering over the waters”
What areas of my life are still rigid, refusing to yield resistance and be shaped by God’s fingers? “Flecte quod est rigidum,” we pray in the Veni, sancte Spiritus.
In what parts of my person do I still allow the old inflexible grouch of sin to have his way? Each one of us, according to our state in life, has different strategies for allowing the old Adam and Eve to survive in us. We may have that rascal, the decrepit old self, locked away safely, but surreptitiously we still pass him food through the slot in the dungeon door, do we not?
A couple of phrases in this short meditation captured my attention….
Melting the ice at the center of our being.
Each one of us, according to our state in life, has different strategies for allowing the old Adam and Eve to survive in us. We may have that rascal, the decrepit old self, locked away safely, but surreptitiously we still pass him food through the slot in the dungeon door, do we not?
"Adam doesn't want to die"....
Keith used to say that now and then when we talked about spiritual things. I didn't really understand it then...still don't really get it....not completely. This separation in us--the true and the mistaken identity....spiritual/ carnal....adamic/christ...this “two natures beat inside my breast” concept....but I have a deeper understanding now than I did then.
So Adam doesn't want to die and apparently "we" don't want to kill him. But he’s gotta’ go, the Bible is clear on that, and tells us to crucify "the rascal."
If we have any hope of killing him off, we've got to stop passing him food through the slot. I alluded to a poem above....written, I think, by Ray Prinzing....
Two natures beat within my breast
One is cursed, the other blessed
One I love, one I hate
The one I FEED will dominate......