Fasten your seatbelts. We’re going philosophiz about the inner self. There’s more to it than you think.
First off, when you stop learning, you start dying. Ideas nourish the soul and without a fresh supply, the soul withers and dies. The body may wander about for a time, but by and by it also dies.
The ideas need not be profound. Yesterday I learned why dark meat is more moist and tender than white meat. I forgot the scientific explanation, but I remember a parable that came to mind: If you want a tender soul, walk and flap your wings. White meat just comes along for the ride. No wonder it’s dry.
Our brain processes ideas which we stack on the inner shelf. They say meditation puts us in touch with the inner self, but mine isn’t always good company. I like something to chew on: a poem, a song, a snatch of scripture. Maybe an old fishing hole.
Folks tell me I should fill my mind with spiritual thoughts, meaning religious stuff. Well, after some 60 years as a church professional, I can tell you not everything religious is spiritual. Eden had no cathedral, but God walked there in the cool of the evening to seek out his creatures hiding in the brush.
I dearly love my church. I also love trees and hills and water books. Brook-side prayers reach heaven at the same speed as church prayers. And please don’t tell me that’s nature worship; it’s Creator worship.
Jesus created all that is. Check it out with John, his fisherman friend.
Old Grandpa Lloyd