Greetings Dear Reader,
Thomas Traherne said that “to think well is to serve God in
the interior court.” My mind is constantly
the source of my worst criticism, my deepest sins, and my greatest
successes. Controlling my thoughts
increases my ability to do well.
It is the moment that I must capture. I think well long term. I have had an excellent education thanks to
the sacrifices of my parents. I have
read thousands of books. I have written
several. I have ten years of post-secondary
education. I had worked as a college
professor for twenty. I know how to
think.
The thinking I must master daily is the thought of the
moment. It is the thoughts born of
emotion that are the dangerous ones.
When I feel fear or anger the next thought is the one I must
control. I must burst the thought
bubbles that are negative, hateful, unkind, and selfish.
It is the clauses in my thoughts, when not controlled by
faith and following that get me into trouble.
It is my responsibility to assure that every idle thought is brought
into captivity in faith.
So as I toss out the thoughts and questions that dance
through my mind I must assure that I kill the ones that are harmful, selfish,
and unloving. I must also assure that I nature
and give full life to those thoughts that are wholesome and good.
“Finally, Dear Reader, keep your thoughts on whatever is
right or deserves praise: things that are true, honorable, fair, pure,
acceptable, or commendable.” ATT – If I
focus on this type of thinking the environment will not be suitable for
thoughts that are inappropriate.
If You Want to get Free – Waterdeep
In the gas station bathroom by the condom machine
I heard the word of the Lord
He said "Take off your shoes, this is holy ground too
You know I came for the sick and the bored."
Beneath the selling of beers
And the welling up of tears
Out beyond the beam of the remote control
There's a whispering voice
That the humble ear ears
that says "I am still waiting for you to ask just to be
made whole."
And the bush it was burning on the mountain top
And though the leaves never blackened, the fire didn't stop
That's the way that it works in this old life of sin
You gotta let the fire burn you just to get clean within
I am so often deterred from my actual intent
by distractions in a cellophane wrap
And by a cruel voice that taunts me when I open them up
to find just one more box full of crap
It's where you're mocked while you abstain
and then cursed when you give in
It's all a game that's impossible to beat
But there's a peaceful refrain God'll sing in your brain
when you put the nails to your hands and your feet
And the smell of our sacrifices
still fills up my head
There's just a few left at the altar, Lord
all the rest of them fled
And we've cried and we've tried
We've sweat and we've bled
But we don't just need atonement
We need to be raised from the dead
When they took down the cross from that dark hillside
The blood on their hands was the blood from his side
That's the way that it works, that’s the way it must be.
You gotta let His blood stain you of you want to get free
If you want to get free
If you want to get free
Don't you want to get free?
I think you want to be free.
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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