It was Saint Augustine who said, "What I needed most was to love and be loved. I rushed headlong into love, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me, and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers of jealousy, suspicions and fear, by bursts of anger and quarrels."
It was that same Saint Augustine who is reported to have said he expected to be feeling lust three day after he was dead.
The most important word...I'm talking vitally important...in both of those quotes is the word "Saint."
The man was canonized, lifted up, sainted...by the Catholic Church! That's the same church all the p.o.'d Catholics use to justify their bad behavior...the rest of us use our mothers.
In our youth no doubt the majority of us felt the need to love and be loved, not having a clue what to love or to be loved meant. In fact, it was usually lust. But as we aged, lust gave over to other things to get hung up by...most of them leading to the rues, regrets and remorses we suffer from today.
And that's the point. Saint Augustine suffered the same pangs, pains and pitfalls...why do we hold ours so dear and feel so hopeless of ever overcoming them? Why not accept, just as the Saint did, that we may well have these till three days after we're dead?
I mean, who's kidding whom? If we could have removed them, we would have by now. I say we fall to our knees and thank God Almighty it's not a lot worse, quitcherbitchin' and move on.
A less than spiritually uplifting message at Christmastime...but my truth nonetheless.
Thank you.
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