Emotion: the Hinderance of the Soul

When an intellectual conversation dissolves into a self-loathing proclamation…

“The Answer,” they seek cannot materialize. Instead, the, “investigation,” becomes a self-exploration, describing the whole of humanity, fueled by pent-up emotion (which they want to share,) consequently being extinguished by the arrogant affect of being the observer attempting to objectively observe itself.
As a picture of a pencil cannot draw itself, the human attempting to reconcile with its own cognitive dissonance by way of cognition is the same as the ocean attempting to dry itself off by splashing around!

Chip Van Hassel

Strength Until the Last Hour

Jesus comes down and touches someone’s heart
and someone’s soul;
and they will show mercy.
A lot of people don’t have the strength
to hold their faith until that last hour.
Jesus held his faith until the last hour on the cross.
That’s when miracles happen-

In the last hour!

dakkuan

Hearing Is Believing

The sense of hearing
beckons
the curiosity of the soul.

“Just reading it isn’t enough; there is something about hearing The Word that does something for the Spiritual part of your mind.”

Doug Kindred
https://www.westbowpress.com/en/bookstore/bookdetails/496010-Read-Matthew-to-Live-Your-Life-Read-John-to-Save-Your-Soul

Finding the Balance of Harmony

“The closest approximation to truth
is found usually
in the mean of extreme views.”

“In the light of fuller knowledge it
will be thought that the claim has lapsed,
or only remains as a pious belief
prevailing among an uncritical minority. …
Whose mental bias predisposes them
to the defense of exploded views.
In such a case, however,
an indiscriminate rejection
is not much less superficial
than an unenquiring acquiescence of a non-proven claim.
The history of debated questions
of his kind
teaches another lesson,
and the closest approximation to truth
is found usually
in the mean of extreme views.”

The Doctrine and Literature of the Kabalah (page 117)

A Crossed Sojourn

“Chaplain Bob smiled as he handed me a ten dollar bill from his wallet.”

His name is Chaplain Bob Miller. I cold-called him, asking for help one day. When he returned my call, he was driving back from the airport with his wife; they had just arrived home from Cuba.

Bob was warm and inviting. He understood my situation. He had a lot on his plate at the time, but he took a couple of moments to meet with me and briefly listen to my quandary. Little did he know,

The Day the Crossed Sojourn Began

“I’m giving you the last bit of cash I have.”

His name is Chaplin Bob Miller. I cold-called him, asking for help one day. When he returned my call, he was driving back from the airport with his wife; they had just arrived home from Cuba.

Bob was warm and inviting. He understood my situation. He had a lot on his plate at the time, but he took a couple of moments to meet with me and briefly listen to my quandary. Little did he know, I hadn’t told him

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