We found that we had indeed been worshipers. What a state of mental goose flesh that used to bring on! Had we not variously worshiped people, sentiment, things, money, and ourselves?
And then, with a better motive, had we not worshipfully beheld the sunset, the sea, or a flower? Who of us had not loved something or somebody? Were these not things the tissue out of which our lives were constructed? Did not these feelings, after all, determine the course of our existence?
It was impossible to say we had no capacity for faith, or love, or worship. In one form or another, we had been living by faith and little else.
"And then, with a better motive, had we not worshipfully beheld the sunset, the sea, or a flower? Who of us had not loved something or somebody?" "...determine the course of our existence?"
Ah yes, And that phrase B.E.S.T., been enjoying sobriety today- yes and it allows us to really feel the spiritual influence in the simple things that God and nature have employed right here.
Can not afford to take those special moments for granted. And the more you have of them, the more you want them..(sound like that movie Scrooged w/ Bill Murray now, lol)
