“3 But I, brothers, could not address you as spiritual people, but as people of the flesh, as infants in Christ. 2 I fed you with milk, not solid food, for you were not ready for it. And even now you are not yet ready, 3 for you are still of the flesh. For while there is jealousy and strife among you, are you not of the flesh and behaving only in a human way? 4 For when one says, “I follow Paul,” and another, “I follow Apollos,” are you not being merely human? 5 What then is Apollos? What is Paul? Servants through whom you believed, as the Lord assigned to each. 6 I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth. 7 So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God who gives the growth. 8 He who plants and he who waters are one, and each will receive his wages according to his labor. 9 For we are God’s fellow workers. You are God’s field, God’s building. 10 According to the grace of God given to me, like a skilled master builder I laid a foundation, and someone else is building upon it. Let each one take care how he builds upon it. 11 For no one can lay a foundation other than that which is laid, which is Jesus Christ. 12 Now if anyone builds on the foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw— 13 each one’s work will become manifest, for the Day will disclose it, because it will be revealed by fire, and the fire will test what sort of work each one has done. 14 If the work that anyone has built on the foundation survives, he will receive a reward. 15 If anyone’s work is burned up, he will suffer loss, though he himself will be saved, but only as through fire. 16 Do you not know that you are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in you? 17 If anyone destroys God’s temple, God will destroy him. For God’s temple is holy, and you are that temple. 18 Let no one deceive himself. If anyone among you thinks that he is wise in this age, let him become a fool that he may become wise. 19 For the wisdom of this world is folly with God. For it is written, “He catches the wise in their craftiness,” 20 and again, “The Lord knows the thoughts of the wise, that they are futile.” 21 So let no one boast in men. For all things are yours, 22 whether Paul or Apollos or Cephas or the world or life or death or the present or the future—all are yours, 23 and you are Christ’s, and Christ is God’s.” (1 Co 3:1–23 ESV)

Veering into the Factuality, Evidentiality, Corpus and Body of Work, Gospel faith makes Beauty where there is simply mediocrity. They may say, not only was he or she this or that, but even their work… it was sub-par. Even their meditations… they were dull, boring, tiresome. Even their art… it was not quite the Surprise Find, the Wouldn’t Ya Know It, hidden gem. Only perhaps, just perhaps, because of all this, it was.

Because avalanches of Guilt, but more than personal Guilt, of Trauma and being Dropped as a babe in earlier years, these spell Storm and Fight, Pluck and Outlasting the Incongruities, the Inconsistencies, the Addictions and Tell-All sobriety. Truly, these are Tiring Years we all wander through, and polite society… it isn’t quite Kosher to discuss the Tiring Matter, the Weighty Heave-Ho, the Utter Oppressive Spirit who alights upon Saint and Sinner impartially.

You may be Holy, boy do I like “You”, but I’m just a follower, of Jesus, of supplications, of Reminders that even as we speak… I have this guilt or that faultline or that insobriety. So to the barracks again, most dreaded that our Ewe Lamb, our One Shining Facet, our Personal Undiscovered but Beauteous, Handsome entourage and corpus… even that lacks in the light of God who simply Loved Us. And that, in itself… it is something beautiful, something handsome, something to Regale the kids with and Spook the sinner with, that sinner in our midst.

These won’t stay long on the shelves, we also say: strange how Utterly Unanimous society can be, that all God’s children… how overnight those mocked in their youth as uncool, unhip, unbeautiful, are shining beacons, some of the wild-eyed declared Most Lovely in the land, today. As of now, in life Springing Forth abundant, refusing to decay, to rot, to be subjugated. Because the Art… the Corpus… the Resume and Body of Work, it had after all a pluck and persistence that Endeared itself to the observer.

The heart of man, is in his and her Ambivalence as to the morality, even, the Rectitude, perhaps, of Soldiering Work: today, what did I do today but go Further Traumatized, More Guilty or Uncertain as to the machinery and day’s corpus, the kill zone, the protectionist desire towards peers somehow not Fulfilled, failed in, dropped like that wounded abused Child, Babe.

Life is after all just so Beautiful when we Reflect, of God not just mystical, not just a shiny overlay only visible to the spiritualist amongst us, but Really “where did this beautiful daughter, son come from?” We were after all “there” all along. And the music of the Spheres, it is Invasive and Incarnational, Real Pluck and Handsome Beauty for all to see, halos Indeed! God turns the rejectamenta into Fine meal and course of faire for the buoyant ones, for the soldiering ones, because the amateur sleuth amongst us wanted Sensible things, Ambitious things, Plainly Quality things… and these have nonetheless Obtained, through art most mediocre, through daily faire most tiring, through Shining Lights of what-all is now made Possible by God who loves.