glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the Queen stood on your right hand The morning goes by normal. I ate some food and looked through the Sunday morning newspapers. Carol is some where in our house. Beth went to Vineyard Fellowship down our normal middle class street. I have been reading my books for morning devotions. I am very tired, but it is too early to go to bed. Carol turned on the AC since it is a hot late Spring day here in West Michigan. I have had this on my mind this morning as I wait for old age and death--- "18. Thirdly, heaven is adorned with a variety of constellations. No matter what virtues she already has, as long as the human spirit lacks the most efficacious virtue, that is, purgation, the splendidly blooming Beloved will not yet fully indwell her, since her disordered powers and her unbridled delight in the senses darken her with a cloudy mist. Because she has no sparkle in her eyes, Jacob (i.e., the Most High God under whose feet all things are subject) does not find her pleasing and acceptable as a bride to whom he might indivisibly join himself. Why? Because light has nothing to do with darkness. With virtues cleansed from inner impurity by the still brighter Light of Virtues, the human spirit can sparkle with the splendor of virtues just as the heavens are resplendent with the constellations of stars. Likewise, the Bridegroom's appearance, the manifold brightness of his radiance, and his luminous nobility moves one to gaze peacefully upon him. So too the luminous and manifold brightness of grace and virtues in the human spirit give the human countenance a pleasant outer appearance, which incites the Beloved, so sublimely charming, to deign to make himself at home with her. One must hasten to add that the Beloved himself desires this more than she-the Beloved wants this former beggar to become a queen; he wants the one who once pursued worldly delights and was miserable as she sat at his left hand; he wants the one who once was muddied and mired in sin's lightheartedness now to be clothed with a garment woven from love's most precious, heavy cloth of gold; he wants the one once sullied by a variety of vices to show herself in the lovely colors of shining virtures, so that the groomsmen, the friends of the Bridegroom, that is, the angels, upon realizing her triumphant, might say to the Bridegroom: The Queen stood on your right hand in glided clothing [surrounded by variety] (Ps 44:10 [45:9])." pg. 88, 89 Hugh of Balma music: Tim Easton "Ammunition" 9:43 a.m. - 2006-05-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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