Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Tuesday, December 11, 2018
PRIMES
PRIMES
I am a prime. Not the prime, that is God; but my spirit, breath are from God. Therefore my life is from God.
You are also a prime just like me.
Knowing our uniqueness may help with personal insecurities, doubts and other inadequacies that may burden us, periodically, like death .
Our lives are literally not our own. They all belong to God but were bailed, loaned, licensed, to us all to use for the season that we are all here. After here? who knows? No one, but the one who brought us here , sent us here, can know. It is more than enough for us to handle now, which moves at light speed.
Being prime we are all also divine, meaning that: none but the One is divisible into us, an exponent of us.
Amen.