Heart Burn
Some thoughts can come and trigger this feeling this sharp pain in my heart. What kind of thoughts? As of writing, I can’t remember. I can say that they of a spiritual and doctrinal nature, something hard to swallow but the heart beckons anyway.
Is this why they have heart-burn lollies selling at the pharmacy? So that this squeezing pain can go away on command.
It seems to be psychologically linked, not a pure physiological occurrence.
If it was purely physiological, I will be headed to the doctors ASAP.
I felt my heart strangely warmed. I felt I did trust in Christ, Christ alone for salvation; and an assurance was given me that He had taken away my sins, even mine, and saved me from the law of sin and death. (John Wesley)
Is this the same feeling? More like “my heart strangely hurts”. I must be daft. Making loose connections where there are no connections.
I look upon all the world as my parish. (John Wesley)
Right now, my family is my parish. I hope that each one of them can experience the rebirth or the revival of The Spirit in their existence.
They may be kids of someone in the pastoral role, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have their own journeys to meeting Jesus themselves.
As you can already tell, I am quote-out-of-context kind of guy. I don’t have some framework that is drawn from the text, no clear definition as to what a word means in context.
Sometimes, a bunch of words stand alone as true. Context does not necessarily impinge on a saying.
Sometimes, context is not important. It really depends on what is being said.
Here is an example of a truth that needs no context.
The sleep of a laboring man is sweet. (Solomon)
Here is a derivation.
The death of a laboring man is sweet. (Me + Solomon)
When we die knowing we have worked our bodies well, we can sleep that eternal sleep (if there is no heaven) with a clean conscience.
I use the word “work” very carefully. For me, it means something that is beneficial to us and/or other people. It means that we did it with God and/or people.
And here I go, weaving from random point to random point.
Hahahahahahahahahahhahahaha …. the madness never ends.