27 October 2015

I’m a Soul Man – 21 Grams

Greetings Dear Reader,

In the early twentieth century, Dr. Duncan MacDougall of Haverhill, Massachusetts performed a series of experiments to determine if the soul had weight.  He concluded that it did.  Over the decades this has been accepted and rejected. 

An intriguing movie titled 21 Grams treats the subject with interest.  It is worth the couple of hours to watch.  It raises the question of the weight of the soul.  The weight is not as important as the worth.  The movie also addresses this well.

We live in a soul where we value 21 grams of gold far above the human soul.  We value so many things more that the life of humans.  We will allow souls to be dispensed over oil, drugs, and politics.  We have relegated the idea of the soul to the children’s table.  We do not treat souls as the precious things they are.

Whether or not Dr. MacDougall was correct we need to consider the worth of the soul.  If I see everyone as eternal it motivates me to treat them better.  If I see that every soul has needs then perhaps I will do more to meet those needs.  It does not matter what I amass here if I do not feed the souls around me.  They are hungry for love, grace, and kindness.

It is my obligation to see the souls around me.  It is my privilege to see people as more than tissue and systems.  It is my joy to once in a while feel as if I have nourished that which is eternal.

The Touch of the Masters Hand - Myra 'Brooks' Welch

T’was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while
to waste much time on the old violin, but held it up with a smile;
"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who'll start the bidding for me?"
"A dollar, a dollar"; then two!"
"Only two? Two dollars, and who'll make it three?
Three dollars, once; three dollars twice; going for three." But no,
from the room, far back, a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow;
Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet as caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low,
Said; "What am I bid for the old violin?" And he held it up with the bow.
A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two? Two thousand! And who'll make it three? Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, and going and gone," said he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We do not quite understand
What changed its worth." Swift came the reply:
"The touch of a master's hand."

And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin,
A "mess of pottage," a glass of wine; a game - and he travels on.
"He is going" once, and "going twice, He's going and almost gone."
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand
The worth of a soul and the change that's wrought by the touch of the Master's hand.

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store.”

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