RUST
ON MY SOUL (A Novel) (Published by Bridge Press in 1985 & Distributed
Internationally)***************************************** INTRODUCTION
(Repeated for those new to the series)
In an old loose leaf notebook,
Thomas Kettering wrote when there was a cry from his heart. He wrote when his
inner longing spilled over into the reality of his days. He did not write every
day, only when he felt he must. How often he wrote or when is not important. The
journey is what counts, for it is a diary about all of us, to all of us. “A
journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,” and even a stumble is a
step.
******************************************* (What
matters is not what tomorrow brings but what you bring to tomorrow or as one
philosopher put it, “Achievement is in the soul of man and not in his
circumstances.”)******************************************** Late
night
Never have so many people been categorized in so many ways by so
many. Everything has been reduced to statistics.
How
else would we know how to act? Between being told what we are doing and what we
should do we are no longer free. We are a land of the enslaved reaching up and
out from a valley of discontent.
Madison Avenue is not new as a tyrant,
just more sophisticate. It has created a nation of lamenters afraid to make up
their own minds.
“The Suburban Woman” is how Nancy refers to herself, and
reads another book or another magazine article, or listens to yet another talk
show so she will not fall behind in the ongoing description of her role in
life.
Am I any better? How often do I give in? Flow with the tide? Read
the statistics? Even when I paddle my own canoe, don’t I make sure my paddle is
not one of the inferior brands?
Evening
I’m a businessman and the
way I see it there is a spiritual currency called salvation, a human weakness
called sin, and an eternal obligation that can only be paid by this medium of
exchange. There. The cover blurb for my spiritual prospectus. Cute? Clever?
Concise?
Do I mean it? It’s probably true, but to me it’s still just
words. *********************************************** Wordsworth
wrote “We live by admiration.” Maybe you never thought of admiring your Lord,
but think about it. Try admiring his strength on the cross, His wisdom while
He taught, His patience while He lived and His depth of character which placed
Him head, soul and shoulders above all other
men. *********************************
TO
BE CONTINUED To view an abundance of
unusual stories by Neil Wyrick go to his other blog ONE A DAY, YOUR SPIRITUAL
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