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Antonius_Lupus
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Dear brothers and sisters,
Pax Christi. I really need to get some advice about a pitfall I am in right now.
I fell again last night (and today) to my sinful addictions. It was not a “total collapse”, however it was still a pretty bad fall considering the good progress I had been making.
I had the choice of my inheritance and life of God…or the allure of giving in to my addictions. Unfortunately I forfeited my inheritance for the “benefits” of the sin.
I am in the Devil’s power now…death has overtaken me (with my consent).
With the comparison of Eternal life vs. permanent separation from God, you would think that I would have chosen eternal life!
This addiction to sin is MADDENING!
Honestly, I feel lost and very depressed. I was so sure this time. I thought it was over…I thought that virtue was finally going to “shine forth” into my darkness. It is maddening, and hard, and it’s breaking me.
I have been fully Initiated and partaken often of Jesus Christ HIMSELF in Holy Communion, and I am still committing abominable offenses against the One whom I have committed myself to. I am beginning to doubt the very power of the sacraments…and lo and behold!..that’s a sin, chalk another one up to the score…
I can’t see a way out of this. I can’t even see. And I fear again. I know my fate should I die tonight. Should my soul be called to give an account…there would be no escape…ever. All the good I have done, whatever that may have been, while fall away to that one incident where I wanted to have some “fun” and throw away my sonship.
I am a slave to this. I am a slave to my stupidity and foolishness. Shall I seek the Lord again? Shall I throw myself into His arms? Its starting to sound so cliche now. Again and again and again and again and again…ad infinitum.
It’s like, you can stave off the addiction for a couple weeks, but then its only a matter of time until you get hungry for another taste of the “sweetness” and throw everything away!
And then…after you have got the “high” you wanted…then comes the emptiness. The sin promises me something beyond life, something exciting, and then when I give myself over…the promise is a sham and it dies away.
I doubt my own committment now. I am doubting my ability to be a disciple. It costs alot, and based on my failure I really am beginning to question whether I really want it.
It’s like you start wondering if you’re another one of those well intentioned “called” ones, who is destined to be one who is “called, but not chosen.”
For the first time, I looked at the trees and the sky and the earth, thought about the old gods…and I thought about how easy it would be just to give up. It all looks appealing, the free-ness of the Pagan code, the excitement and satiation of the bisexual lifestyle, the freedom of the moment in all its glory and wonder. Maybe Nietzsche was right after all… I mean hey, the guy died in his own filth during a fit of insanity…but he lived didn’t he? roll eyes
In all seriousness though, I knew a girl in High School who embraced the old code. I reviled it as atheistic nonsense, like I was seen as some sort of good Christian when I myself was enslaved by sin and idolatry. She was living the truth, whereas I was living a sham. Just today my co-worker was praising me as I discussed theology with him, and I knew in my heart I wasn’t what I appeared to be to him. It was a sham.
I am tired of fighting these battles brothers and sisters. How easy it was when I was a Pagan. I was happy, I was at peace (at least to some extent). Then I got delusions of grandeur and decided to embrace a lifestyle that I cannot even life faithfully.
I am tired, and broken, and I hear it pounding in my ear, the desire to embrace it all again. To drop my sword and lay down in the darkness. In Shakespeare’s Hamlet, one of the characters screams out to Hamlet: “I dare damnation!” Now I see how passion, how the moment, makes one scream out in defiance and agony and exhaustion.
When I was still embracing the Pagan faith, we often spoke of dwelling peacefully in vast green fields and forests of Elysium. In making merry in grand halls of our fathers who went before us. It was almost a Tolkien nostalgia. I recanted it, but now it so appealing.
Just to let go, just to surrender…it whispers to me. No more fighting, no more struggle, just a fading away into myself. Because that’s the big fight isn’t it? Ourselves. Maybe it’s time for me to stop denying who I am. Maybe it’s time to just run and hide…dig a hole and let the humid air envelope me. Let the cool rain wash me.
I feel lost, like nothing makes sense.
Tonight is going to be a long night.
-Antonius
Pax Christi. I really need to get some advice about a pitfall I am in right now.
I fell again last night (and today) to my sinful addictions. It was not a “total collapse”, however it was still a pretty bad fall considering the good progress I had been making.
I had the choice of my inheritance and life of God…or the allure of giving in to my addictions. Unfortunately I forfeited my inheritance for the “benefits” of the sin.
I am in the Devil’s power now…death has overtaken me (with my consent).
With the comparison of Eternal life vs. permanent separation from God, you would think that I would have chosen eternal life!
This addiction to sin is MADDENING!
Honestly, I feel lost and very depressed. I was so sure this time. I thought it was over…I thought that virtue was finally going to “shine forth” into my darkness. It is maddening, and hard, and it’s breaking me.
I have been fully Initiated and partaken often of Jesus Christ HIMSELF in Holy Communion, and I am still committing abominable offenses against the One whom I have committed myself to. I am beginning to doubt the very power of the sacraments…and lo and behold!..that’s a sin, chalk another one up to the score…
I can’t see a way out of this. I can’t even see. And I fear again. I know my fate should I die tonight. Should my soul be called to give an account…there would be no escape…ever. All the good I have done, whatever that may have been, while fall away to that one incident where I wanted to have some “fun” and throw away my sonship.
I am a slave to this. I am a slave to my stupidity and foolishness. Shall I seek the Lord again? Shall I throw myself into His arms? Its starting to sound so cliche now. Again and again and again and again and again…ad infinitum.
It’s like, you can stave off the addiction for a couple weeks, but then its only a matter of time until you get hungry for another taste of the “sweetness” and throw everything away!
And then…after you have got the “high” you wanted…then comes the emptiness. The sin promises me something beyond life, something exciting, and then when I give myself over…the promise is a sham and it dies away.
I doubt my own committment now. I am doubting my ability to be a disciple. It costs alot, and based on my failure I really am beginning to question whether I really want it.
It’s like you start wondering if you’re another one of those well intentioned “called” ones, who is destined to be one who is “called, but not chosen.”
For the first time, I looked at the trees and the sky and the earth, thought about the old gods…and I thought about how easy it would be just to give up. It all looks appealing, the free-ness of the Pagan code, the excitement and satiation of the bisexual lifestyle, the freedom of the moment in all its glory and wonder. Maybe Nietzsche was right after all… I mean hey, the guy died in his own filth during a fit of insanity…but he lived didn’t he? roll eyes
In all seriousness though, I knew a girl in High School who embraced the old code. I reviled it as atheistic nonsense, like I was seen as some sort of good Christian when I myself was enslaved by sin and idolatry. She was living the truth, whereas I was living a sham. Just today my co-worker was praising me as I discussed theology with him, and I knew in my heart I wasn’t what I appeared to be to him. It was a sham.
I am tired of fighting these battles brothers and sisters. How easy it was when I was a Pagan. I was happy, I was at peace (at least to some extent). Then I got delusions of grandeur and decided to embrace a lifestyle that I cannot even life faithfully.
I am tired, and broken, and I hear it pounding in my ear, the desire to embrace it all again. To drop my sword and lay down in the darkness. In Shakespeare’s Hamlet, one of the characters screams out to Hamlet: “I dare damnation!” Now I see how passion, how the moment, makes one scream out in defiance and agony and exhaustion.
When I was still embracing the Pagan faith, we often spoke of dwelling peacefully in vast green fields and forests of Elysium. In making merry in grand halls of our fathers who went before us. It was almost a Tolkien nostalgia. I recanted it, but now it so appealing.
Just to let go, just to surrender…it whispers to me. No more fighting, no more struggle, just a fading away into myself. Because that’s the big fight isn’t it? Ourselves. Maybe it’s time for me to stop denying who I am. Maybe it’s time to just run and hide…dig a hole and let the humid air envelope me. Let the cool rain wash me.
I feel lost, like nothing makes sense.
Tonight is going to be a long night.
-Antonius