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Epistemes
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I’ll sincerely regret typing any of this, mostly because I have an irrational fear that the mask of “Epistemes” will be forever stigmatized by the sheer lack of episteme (knowledge) that I approach my own faith and spirituality with - I’m like a small child parading around in daddy’s boots, and after awhile, the boots end up in my shoe closet. Aside from prayer, aside from pouring my heart to Mary in every way I’ve known how, there’s really nowhere else to turn right now. My mind is absolutely riddled with the bullet holes of lust, insatiability, emptiness, confusion, helplessness, and sin. And yet, as I reflect on what it is that ails me, it’s all but impossible for me to avoid the realization that I’m being melodramatic, conceited, and…well, stupid.
To summarize everything I feel and all that has transpired to make me feel such a way would do a grave injustice to myself and to what it is that causes these perturbations. Nothing is ever so annunciated as words make them out to be; nothing ever quite so definite or certain. But what’s the point in my being melodramatic if I won’t at least spill the proverbial beans?
You see, nearly 20 days ago, I began the total consecration to Mary of St. Louis Marie de Montfort. This total consecration has been a blessing to my spiritual life because it has allowed me opportunities to reexamine how a virtuous life should be lived; and though I sometimes feel as if I’m drastically failing at what it is to totally consecrate one’s self to Jesus through Mary, the past 20 days have afforded me numerous riches of the soul.
And in addition to the total consecration, I began a strong devotion to St. Faustina and the Divine Mercy: I began reading her diary in my freetime, praying the chaplet on a regular basis, and praying that God would allow me the opportunity to bring Divine Mercy Sunday to my parish.
Things were good until this past Thursday evening, the evening after I spent 3 hours, at least, at Adoration being filled with the Spirit, being comforted by Jesus and Mary, and being awakened to how many graces I’ve been given. Beginning Thursday evening all of that was wrecked by my senseless “vacation,” a vacation not only from the office but seemingly also from Jesus and Mary. While I did not commit any mortal sins, practicing the Marian virtues as contained in the total consecration were far from my heart as I graciously poured wine (without drunkenness, mind you), ate way too much, and neglected many of my prayers, readings, etc. This same attitude persisted throughout Friday and Saturday, except my self-penance Friday was to recite all 20 mysteries of the rosary, which I performed successfully.
Since Lent, lust has overpowered my senses. Not so much the lust of sexual temptation, but the strong desire I feel for “things” as a result of being unsatisfied with what God has already given me. My passion for music has caused me to steadily deplete my paycheck for this week, even though I’ve been lucky enough to pay charity, etc. The ridiculous thing is, though, that my “passion for music” seems to consist more in the hoarding and less in the listening and enjoyment. It’s, more or less, as if I’m trying to impress somebody, perhaps myself, at my smart, academic collection of modern music.
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To summarize everything I feel and all that has transpired to make me feel such a way would do a grave injustice to myself and to what it is that causes these perturbations. Nothing is ever so annunciated as words make them out to be; nothing ever quite so definite or certain. But what’s the point in my being melodramatic if I won’t at least spill the proverbial beans?
You see, nearly 20 days ago, I began the total consecration to Mary of St. Louis Marie de Montfort. This total consecration has been a blessing to my spiritual life because it has allowed me opportunities to reexamine how a virtuous life should be lived; and though I sometimes feel as if I’m drastically failing at what it is to totally consecrate one’s self to Jesus through Mary, the past 20 days have afforded me numerous riches of the soul.
And in addition to the total consecration, I began a strong devotion to St. Faustina and the Divine Mercy: I began reading her diary in my freetime, praying the chaplet on a regular basis, and praying that God would allow me the opportunity to bring Divine Mercy Sunday to my parish.
Things were good until this past Thursday evening, the evening after I spent 3 hours, at least, at Adoration being filled with the Spirit, being comforted by Jesus and Mary, and being awakened to how many graces I’ve been given. Beginning Thursday evening all of that was wrecked by my senseless “vacation,” a vacation not only from the office but seemingly also from Jesus and Mary. While I did not commit any mortal sins, practicing the Marian virtues as contained in the total consecration were far from my heart as I graciously poured wine (without drunkenness, mind you), ate way too much, and neglected many of my prayers, readings, etc. This same attitude persisted throughout Friday and Saturday, except my self-penance Friday was to recite all 20 mysteries of the rosary, which I performed successfully.
Since Lent, lust has overpowered my senses. Not so much the lust of sexual temptation, but the strong desire I feel for “things” as a result of being unsatisfied with what God has already given me. My passion for music has caused me to steadily deplete my paycheck for this week, even though I’ve been lucky enough to pay charity, etc. The ridiculous thing is, though, that my “passion for music” seems to consist more in the hoarding and less in the listening and enjoyment. It’s, more or less, as if I’m trying to impress somebody, perhaps myself, at my smart, academic collection of modern music.
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