My Lent has been marked more with headache/neckache/earache/eyeache and impatience for Good Friday when the big tumor comes out. I find aches and pains distracting; not reminders of anything except ouch. At least they say the prognosis is good.
I wrote this "Lenten reflection" when the thing was about a third its present size.
Do your own thing? Forty grams of lawless death here masquerades as life. Love and life know form and rule, But selfish strangling lumps Formlessly invade the rest To doom themselves or more. We, members of each other, Sate lawless lusts and lie, Rogue cells disdaining order, Metastasized with pride. Long for the new bodies Long for the new Body
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As soon as you mentioned the tumor, I wondered if it were literal or metaphorical. You have transformed the physical trial into a spiritual one, which I think is supposed to be the point.
Unfortunately, in real life that doesn't make the physical one go away as unnecessary, as happens in movies, which end when someone has learned their lesson.
All too literal, I'm afraid.
The image of the Church as the Body of Christ suggests the initial creation was
meant to be similar; all of us as individuals, but also a body together. If so, then sin makes each of us like our own little cancer in the body of us all.
Get well, James. Good luck with the surgery.
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