Talking to a new pastor, sometime ago now. I remember wondering why he was talking to me the way he was. He told me all kinds of delicate things about himself, reminding me of someone making a confession.
This happened somewhat often at the time so that as I recall the incidents now wondering, why none have happened as often as it did then.
I concluded finally that God was trying to show me something and I would wonder briefly about it? I narrow in on these sort of events thinking about what I thought was supposed to happen.
I think of myself only as a witness. And I am witnessing only about myself. Others do their own thinking. It is not that I do not care, I am just acting out my version of what happened to me. I don't question it much. Remember I am doing this for my own benefit, just as I am convinced others are investing themselves for their own benefit.
I get a great deal out of objectifying my thinking, subjecting thoughts to the rigors of grammar, and recommend the same to everyone.
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