It's, uh, Sometime in the Morning

Good morning, it's 0617 and it's quite dark outside. After my statement of the obvious, I noticed this morning that there was a cat where my oatmeal carton should be sitting. Something or two was definitely out of place. If a space opens in the house that the cat has not seen for a day or so, that space must be checked out. Move a piece of furniture, and every square inch of the revealed space must be thoroughly reviewed by the cat/occupant of the domicile. How does this relate to our Christian life? I don't know. It's early in the morning in what is still the first week of the spring time change and my brain is just not awake yet. I wonder if my slowly awakening brain gives me some insight into others.

I have this theory that the mind does not reside in the brain, but uses the brain as an interface computer to the body. When the brain is not awake yet, the mind is still just as powerful and thoughtful, but those actions do not reach the typing fingers in my case, or the speaking mouth in other cases. Is the life of what we call a retarded or mentally slow person not one of stupidity, as many might surmise, but one of incredible frustration? The spirit to move the body to communicate is there, but the brain is faulty and the interface thus does not function well. Inside, the mind is not dull, but terribly frustrated by its inability to get through to others of its kind. Fingers that should dance over the piano keyboard are instead clumsy and the melody pounded out is painful to the ears. Does the mind deep behind that malfunctioning brain intend a music so beautiful that Mozart would blush with envy? We don't know, and we may never know. Will we one day meet that kid, the one we thought so unable to learn way back in our school days, in heaven and hear the most eloquent words and ideas come forth? Maybe so.

Have a wonderful day in Christ, and thank God for the ability to read and communicate with each other. It does make it much less frustrating to spread a little of the good news of Jesus.

Bucky