Full of it

James 1:26-27 

26 If anyone among you thinks he is religious, and does not bridle his tongue but deceives his own heart, this one’s religion is useless.

 27 Pure and undefiled religion before God and the Father is this: to visit orphans and widows in their trouble and to keep oneself unspotted from the world.

 

“I don’t know how people like me can live with themselves” ... dying to self is the answer  ...

 

“Kind of sick don’t you think?” A question left from teenage years.

Until death does such part ... often drowning out the tears.

If you don’t bring it to remembrance ... there's always a volunteer,

who will cut deep to the inner ... where you're hiding in simple fear.

 

“Love your neighbor” an illusion ... your own is filled with despise.

What you have become ... in searching for an unattainable price.

Love has never been the issue ... there is not enough to go around.

The “I love you’s” you hear so often ... is seldom lived or truly found.

 

It is a form of liking … what so-called “love” has become.

No deeper sense than satisfaction ... and that seems to be the whole.

The end of temporal time … starts to appear in the distance.

The loss of love is a beacon ... towards the end of our existence.

 

When godliness turns into religion and when love is replaced by “likes”

then the things most hungered for … is what we should fear most in life.

“Who really cares ... is now the answer?”... Who really gives a flip?

If all of this is an illusion  ... then we’re probably just full of it.

 

Jan Wienen

 

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