“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are Spiritual Beings having a human experience.”
— Teilhard de Chardin
I like Sundays. Call me old fashioned, but Sundays, to me, are quiet, reverend times when I love to reflect, not so much on where I’ve been and what I’ve accomplished, but what I now am, and where I’m going. My self-reflective moments indicate, above all else, that I love my fellow man. That’s important. I can ‘go home,’ at any time, to my God, in peace, knowing that I hold no grudge against anyone and I have fought the good fight, and won!
“Good works do not make a man good, but a good man will do good works.”
On weekdays my thoughts are on making a living, providing shelter and food for myself and my family and keeping my house safe. But Sundays are a time to tuck away the cares of the world and reflect on my spiritual self. Sunday is the day I concentrate on my spiritual growth. What am I doing to make myself a better person? Have I stood as a friend to someone during their time of pain? Do I spend time with family and share their problems?
“We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaved. And we all have some power to make wishes come true, as long as wee keep believing.”
— Louisa May Alcott
Standing still–not akin to resting and relaxing–is a terrible waste of time. Next Sunday, when I again sit here at my computer and reflect, will I have moved forward? Will I be able to say, “I am satisfied with myself!“? I will sleep well tonight, assured that an Angel stands guard at each corner post of my bed … I cannot be harmed!