I could pen a tome with my comprehension and experiences in JUST that vein.
At a risk;
When I was in Junior High School, I remember being fascinated with WW2 and especially the Holocaust.
I remember seeing a ton of pictures (I THINK it was in The Book Of Knowledge ... an old encyclopedia type of thing ... many books .. 24 I think ... ) of survivors and ONE picture still sticks in my memory.
The camera is back from a hospital bed about 10 or so feet and a white clad nurse is sponge bathing a survivor with the caption of (something like) the first bath in 4 years.
I remember wondering ... what must that be like?
Not bathing for years ... no hot water ... no soap ... no stink pretty.
Today ... when I get under a hot shower .. EVERY time ... I think of what that first bath/shower must have felt like ... and I do ... I REALLY do ... thank Jesus for my hot water.
What's that got to do with the statement I cited?
Not many seem to connect events to their reality ... how did I get here ... why ...
I do.
You are a saint. Have you ever spoken in tongues?
I wonder how they must have felt.
In the late ‘50s or early ‘60s Dad bought Grolier b0ook Of Knowledge from a door-to-door salesman. I LOVED those books!