Sinfully Human

I watched him walk up to the front, and boldly announce his sins. He accused himself of the following: greed, lust, envy, and pride. The other man, the one he was confessing to didn’t seem all that surprised as he spoken softly to the man.

I turned away from the hill and headed towards the river. No need to hear the cost to atone those sins. In the Bible they are part of the seven deadly sins. In other doctrines they are what prevent us from rising to our enlightened selves.

Heaven knows I’m guilty of these as well, but I like to think of them as things that show the duality of being a human.

Do I suffer from greed, sure, but I can also be generous to a fault. Should I work on removing greed? Probably, but in a world that’s all about creating wants that seem to be needs this is no easy task.

Lust, ah who doesn’t know thee well? It almost goes hand in hand with coveting. Have I coveted people? Yes of course in the past I have done so, perhaps because of lust. Do I covet things? Oh yes and I can admit I’ve lusted (not in a sexual sense) times as well. (Thank you Apple!)

Envy? Yes, but I temper that be happy for the person who has that which I’m envious of. (See above!)

Pride? Yep I’ve been prideful and boastful of many things. Life as a way of humbling that rather quickly. Sometimes I feel pride forming from nation, or people and other times pride over an accomplishment. Normally though I realize that those things and people I feel pride towards are the result of hard work. I am envious of those who are not prideful.

I me yet to meet a person who doesn’t suffer from these afflictions. Of course if I were to meet such a person, would that person really be human? Would they be beyond human?

How about you? Could you walk up the hill and announce you were without “sins” or beyond what I call suffering from being a human?

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Home Sweet Humility

My father always said “measure twice and cut once”. I remember him saying this frequently as a child. I wasn’t sure why he was so set on measuring things before cutting them because let’s face it, cutting is just far more fun.

Sure there have been times when I have gotten carried away with my zeal for cutting and ended up with things a bit too short, but I call that creative license. Well okay it isn’t really, it it’s a way to justify things in a means that fits.

Not that I would ever tell my father that he was right because that’s not how it goes. A child isn’t supposed to admit to being wrong, I’m pretty sure that is in the rule book for children.

And since we are all friends here, I feel safe when I say sometimes if I measure something twice, or even thrice, I keep getting different numbers. I know, it’s a strange thing, but I chalk it up as being a fringe part of the whole Bermuda Triangle, granted a far-reaching fringe, but part of it nonetheless.

Okay okay so maybe not really anything with the Bermuda Triangle, it then clearly it must be a case of defective equipment. You know a tape measure that changes numbers or such. I mean what else could it be?

Yes fine, okay is admit it’s all on me. I haven’t the skills for that stuff, nor the patience. It wouldn’t be so bad if I had someone who had this “handyman” type skills in my life. But I don’t.

Well okay if you count using glue, or masking tape then I guess I do have that covered.

There is nothing like a home renovation to make humble you. Or perhaps that should be, there is nothing like a home renovation to bring humility into my life. It’s just that I could do without a lesson in humility every day. Oh I’m not saying I don’t need it, but well, I’m not a fan of it. I can’t get used to the taste of humble pie, but again perhaps the is the lesson.