Another Demiurgical Flimflam

 

 

Last night, there was another argument, and this time it was very clear that someone, someone not very nice, was trying to bamboozle me.    I was praying about some trouble I'm having right now with what could charitably be called impure thoughts.  These thoughts horrify and disgust me and I prayed that the Lord should cleanse my mind.  And then I had the thought that maybe I would have to lose my mind, that God would have to cut it up, make me a simpleton so that I could be clean enough to enter the Kingdom.    Terrible, right?

 

Immediately, there was an answer:  yes, this could very well be the case.  I was terrified and also furious.  How could this be?  The Lord has blessed me with a first rate mind, and one of the sins I mean to confess to Father Ryan is that I haven't used it nearly enough to its full potential:  I've been, in some ways, a dilettante, at least until my more recent history.  I begged and begged.  Could this be true?  YES, I'M AFRAID  SO was the sense of the response.

 

Well.  I was suddenly snapped out of my funk by the Holy Spirit.  This was the Adversary talking.  The Lord has better plans for your salvation than the destruction of your mind.  I was so relieved and felt like an idiot.  Now I know why the Church authorities put you through such a wringer when they want to find out to whom you've really been talking to.