well i got up this morning and this was what met me. what an ugly mofo; and he just stayed around, too, the way a bad fart does. all was hazy and lacking in clarity; all was smoky like the ugly mofo's rotten face. as usual i tried to withstand this onslaught without calling my lord jesus. needless to say this unholy face just kept corrupting any good, clear breath; he kept clouding my judgment. then i remembered the right story. in st jude's epistle it is relayed; there we learn about how the archangel michael handled the likes of this demonic presence: he left the rebuke of the devil to the lord, being unwilling to even continue to argue or try to out-wit the deceiver.
it was good to recall that story; it helped me to see the light in that moment. i hope someday christ will grant me to see the light shining from his face; i imagine the clarity of it will be sublime. yes it is the advent to our winter pascha, and this fasting season has been hard for me and my house. the personal demons we all face have been coming upon us, in most vigorous ways: as always at our weaknesses. we are finding the battle getting very bloody. we so long for the light of christmas....until then, let the unholy mofos rage, and rage some more, for we will not cease to resist; the rebuke of the lord will be their final end. amen, o lord come.
listening: american music, the violent femmes
3 comments:
Thanks Thomas! This was a good reminder.
"kick at the darkness til it bleeds daylight"
amen.
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