tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10838182.post114178920049080531..comments2023-10-31T05:56:45.788-07:00Comments on LutheranChik's "L" Word Diary: MortalityUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10838182.post-1141948555238673672006-03-09T15:55:00.000-08:002006-03-09T15:55:00.000-08:00"I'm standing on the edge of the wilderness where ...<B><I>"I'm standing on the edge of the wilderness where I know that things are going to be gradually stripped away...stripped away...stripped away...but there's no other direction to travel. I think back to something I think my blog-friend Emily shared from a sermon: Why not die to yourself now and get it over with."</B></I><BR/><BR/>I feel that way too. I hear the call go out to die to myself. It is in my mind like the sound of the muezzin who faithfully sound out the call to prayers. Because all that will remain in the end are the things that will survive through the fire and the rest will be burnt and none of it will remain, will last. <BR/><BR/>The irony, of course, of it all - is that only through dying can we find freedom. Only through dying can we find life and truly become "ourselves."<BR/><BR/>Thank you for such a thought-provoking entry, LC.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10838182.post-1141872009878629472006-03-08T18:40:00.000-08:002006-03-08T18:40:00.000-08:00I am 56. It seems to me that having a 'development...I am 56. It seems to me that having a 'developmental task' to perform does not end in early adulthood. The task I am set with now, is the task we all have as we age --it is learning to handle loss. More and more falls away, which (on my best days) causes me to see the wealth and depth in what remains. I have a different sense of life's rhythms now, of the arrivals and departures of things, of people, of conditions. Do not be afraid, LC -- there is goodness here; there are treasures yet, and unimagined abundances.Mata Hhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04097615918403870130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10838182.post-1141826449821732902006-03-08T06:00:00.000-08:002006-03-08T06:00:00.000-08:00Oh, LC...There is indeed something about Lent that...Oh, LC...<BR/><BR/>There is indeed something about Lent that induces thoughts of mortality. <BR/><BR/>I've been thinking of all the mistakes I've made in my life and how very much I wish I could go back and have a "do-over." Some of them I can learn from and not repeat, but for some of them, it's just too late--those situations won't come around again. They have to remain as they are--not done right, forever marring whatever lives they touched. And I am sorry. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa...<BR/><BR/>All I know to do is hang on, because you're going to make a positive difference in someone's life.Rainbow Pastorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16294525557328362313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10838182.post-1141824152125939852006-03-08T05:22:00.000-08:002006-03-08T05:22:00.000-08:00Yes, as someone who is closer to forty than she wo...Yes, as someone who is closer to forty than she would like to admit, and who still thinks of herself often as the youngest person in the room, I have found Kirby Puckett and Dana Reeve's deaths attention-getting this week. <BR/><BR/>I do love your imagery of ashes and Olay.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16102818359680439197noreply@blogger.com