I do not really want to examine my faith. It is just a paper flower. Where my faith comes from, now that excites, like a outlet into energy.
Watching, The Grapes of Wrath 1940 drama film directed by John Ford, tonight with my family, we all knew that we were frail, one or two missteps from disaster. One of us asked,
“Why wasn’t it a big deal when someone died?”
Oh, but it was. The people were breaking, could barely dig a grave for their family member, and that may have come across to a youngin’ as if they did not care. When we are breaking, we look at life differently. It is a big deal.
Casy says it at Grandpa’s burial, “All that lives is holy.” Chapter 13, pg. 184
I see this in patients sometimes. People who are done with the bull. People who know that whatever it is they thought was so great about themselves is just rubbish. People who know they are more than the sack of skin that holds their fire. These people are looking for where their life comes from, for a moment of realness to fuel on. And these people taking medications, getting electroconvulsive therapy, dialectical behavioral therapy, scraping at life to survive, these people are.
However, we do not really want to examine our hard work, though it is so close to what makes life great. Our courage and grit rises up like a green mountain. Where our grit, hard work and courage comes from, that is Holy.
There is strength and Holiness there, no matter about our condition.
Question: What is special about humanity?
Self-Care tip: Use something other than your condition to mark your value.
- Movie: The Grapes of Wrath (1940) (1001addict.com)
- The Grapes of Wrath and this Super Shitty Week in American Culture (tubetoptelevision.com)
- ECT (FriendtoYourself.com)