How much does the following meditation speak truth to you?

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The Golden Key to Heaven
by Saint Anthony Mary Claret

The death of the just: Death will reach everyone, the good and the bad; but the destiny of each one is quite different. The just man sees himself in this valley of tears as a prisoner, serving a very hard term. He considers himself a slave in this world, suffering an extremely distressing servitude. He regards himself a sailor caught in a horrible storm. And as death means an end of his confinement, an end of his slavery, and is the port of his salvation, he ceases not to cry with David, “Woe is me that my sojourning is prolonged!. . .” (Ps. 119:5). He ceases not to ask with the Apostle, “. . . Who shall deliver me from the body of this death?” (Rom. 7:24)
 
I think we are tortured and enslaved by sins and temptations. Every tv commercial is a sin/temptation of some description.
 
Perhaps because I am old now, and mostly because I have complete faith in God. I live at all because He wills it and look for release into His arms at His pleasure. I take delight in each day He keeps me here as I know I am doing His will in it.
 
Crumpy, I don’t think that meditation had anything to do with temptation.

I welcome death. Even if everything we believe is false, we have nothing to lose. I simply find that highly unlikely, though 😉

God bless you all. May we endure this painful world full of moral relativism and hate for truth together, until God calls each one of us into eternal peace.
 
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The just man sees himself in this valley of tears as a prisoner, serving a very hard term. He considers himself a slave in this world, suffering an extremely distressing servitude. He regards himself a sailor caught in a horrible storm. And as death means an end of his confinement, an end of his slavery, and is the port of his salvation,
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This makes me “just?” I thought it made me a whiny malcontent.

I live in a wonderful place. I live in a picturesque New England seaside town where we commonly leave our doors unlocked and folks stop and wave each other through intersections with smiles. Our kids, while they look a bit blue-haired at times, are friendly and courteous. It’s beautiful here. It’s peaceful and quiet and the highschool band plays on the park bandstand and we all stop and pet each other’s dogs. And the clouds over the ocean at sunset turn colors you only see in paintings and think, “There are no real clouds and sky and water like that.”

I’d like to leave now, please. I’ll take the very bottom rung of Purgatory. But I’m sure I don’t deserve to go. The weight of all the hatred and fear and violence and injustice is overwhelming. The knowledge of how many people are being tortured and suffering in terrible circumstances while those around them are completely indifferent and I can’t do one thing to make it stop is excruciating.

I am the rich man and the world is lying outside my door and I can’t figure out how to get the food to them.

I hate being in the world. It doesn’t make me just.

I’m pretty sure they have pills for this, now.
 
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