2023-05-09 A Meditation on Health

Healthsome soundtrack, occasion for lore, though the repetitive thoughts, the ways we assure ourselves and the ways we curse the devil; these God knows and heals. God hears all manner of prayer. Some actions “broke” us, finally proving to us our reach and its finitude, and leaving us to stammer about a devil or a false friend or a dastardly life equation, finally to cope and reckon with just who we are and our self-righteous experiment. An experiment, incidentally, that failed. Leaving us to reprogram our inner words and thoughts around a peaceful time. Desirous of healing, not waiting for some perfected explanation, but hearing today the call to be made new and to be assured: help is on the way.

Lore spells for us calm memories, while today’s battle is plain and right before our eyes. The lore is recollecting Someone Else’s story, the story of a certain Jesus of Nazareth, who went about doing good, and was killed. Who in the worshipful history of the teller’s tales, made a few distinctives to His life. To heal the lame. To give sight to the blind. To admonish the temple authorities. To need His men and women just as much as they needed Him. We are them, and gather around because it is our creed, thus to listen. Thus to remember. Thus to hear a lover of life show good will to each of us via stories. Via bedrock, foundational matter fit to support today’s healthsome soundtrack, formerly a pained and blaming, hateful and vengeful reaction to life.