contemplativeOutside this morning it is sunny and very cold. I thankful I have eyeballs to see sunlight in this dark world. I remember these words of the apostle Peter, "We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day-star arise in your hearts" 2 Peter 1:19.
I got up this morning around 8 o'clock AM. I made a pot of coffee and then a pot of oatmeal. As I was eating my small bowl of oatmeal Carol called to tell me she was finished working and ready to come home. So I hopped into her car and drove few blocks over to the hospital and got my woman/wife/friend/road companion. Carol has gone to bed for the day. I am once again all alone with my inner life/intellectual life/ in union with the Risen and Exalted Son of God the Lord Jesus Christ. Even though I am a loner I am never alone. I know mystically the Lord is always near me and working in me powerfully by His Holy Spirit. I remember these words of my Lord, "My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me: And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any pluck them out of my hand" John 10:27,28.
I have no plans for the life ahead of me today. I will wait it out here at home. I am really not in the mood to go out into the world today.
Last night I watched some television and wandered the house. Finally I made a bold decision and went to bed around 11:30 PM. Now it is another day to count my blessings. "But we all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord" 2 Corinth. 3:18.
I got out these books to read for morning devotions today-
"Salvation Applied By The Spirit: Union with Christ" by Robert A. Peterson
"Moral Reflections on the Book of Job" Volume 1 "Preface and Books 1-5" by Gregory the Great [Translated by Brian Kerns, OCSO]
"Language For God In Patristic Tradition: Wrestling With Biblical Anthropomorphism" by Mark Sheridan
Well I will close to face it. No way of escape.
