The body, what is it, Father, but a sign To love the force that grows us, to give back What in Thy palm is senselessness and mud?
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When you know in your bones that your body is a sacred gift, you move in the world with an effortless grace. Gratitude and humility rise up spontaneously.
We trace out all the veins of the earth, and yet, living upon it, undermined as it is beneath our feet, are astonished that it should occasionally cleave asunder or tremble: as though, forsooth, these signs could be any other than expressions of the indignation felt by our sacred parent!
We are the spirit children of a Heavenly Father. He loved us and He taught us before we were born into this world. He told us that He wished to give us all that He had. To qualify for that gift we had to receive mortal bodies and be tested. Because of those mortal bodies, we would face pain, sickness, and death.
God, to redeem us at the deepest portion of our nature - the urge to love and be loved - must reveal His nature in an incredible and impossible way. He must reveal it at a cross.
Every gesture is a gesture from the blood, every expression a symbolic utterance... Everything is of the blood, of the senses.
Our own physical body possesses a wisdom which we who inhabit the body lack. We give it orders which make no sense.
We have control over the work of our hands, but little over the working of the soul. But yet we must yield to it, for without it we have nothing.
The arms of God reach to embrace, and somehow you feel yourself just outside God's fingertips.
The Relation we bear to the Wisdom of the Father, the Son of His Love, gives us indeed a dignity which otherwise we have no pretence to. It makes us something, something considerable even in God's Eyes.
Man is born passionate of body, but with an innate though secret tendency to the love of Good in his main-spring of Mind. But God help us all! It is at present a sad jar of atoms.