Let’s all join in that great hymn:
Morning has broken;
I didn’t do it.
Blackbird has spoken;
It’s not my fault. ...
There are plenty of things that are not our fault, and plenty of things that are. Shall we neglect to improve the things we can improve because they are not our fault? Shall we wallow in guilt because of the things that are?
While in justice, “fault” and “guilt” have important meanings, within fallen humanity they are also perverted into ways to avoid doing what we can, while an obsession on guilt can lead to what one of my teachers called “bad infinity: I’m so oppressed by FEELINGS of guilt that I do nothing ... and then feel guilty about that ... lather, rinse, repeat.
Here’s the deal for people in that loop: You’re just thinking about YOU! Yeah, you’re guilty. The birds still sing, the sun still rises, and most important of all, God still loves you. Are you going to focus on the little, minuscule greasy black smudge of your guiltiness or on the birds, the light, the Love?
Me, I’m a party animal. Song, Light, Love for me. The former things have passed away; behold, the new has come.
God bless us all today.
Good morning. I’ll be hauling the Horde to Confession today. Frank didn’t throw up, but he also didn’t sleep much. You take what you can get ...
Eeets not my yob, mon ....
A marvelously penetrating observation, Mad Dawg!
May God's blessings be with you today, and with all of us!