separated from me

I'm in the middle of a book called "Brokenness" or some such translation (it's in Spanish). Sometimes I don't like that God made being a Christian so basic. There really isn't anything to it! First, it's the best therapy compared to many thousands of therapists and shrinks and counselors combined. Second, the gifts he gives are worth more than many thousands of gifts ever given on earth: peace in time of tragedy, unconditional fatherly love, eternal joy... the list doesn't end there, but He says these are the best He has to offer (the greatest of these being love, of course).

Getting back to my book. This book isn't trying to make things difficult for me, it's an attempt to clarify something that we've had confused for a long time. The difference between our spirit and our worldly self. I've always been able to accept the fact that my spirit is something seperate from the world - no questions there - but the fact that my spirit is something also seperate from me is something else. What?! How can something that is inside of me be seperate from me? What I mean to say, is there are two "MEs" One is spiritual, the other is the one that thinks, breathes, sees and feels everything that happens in this world. It's obvious at this point that this spirit self has been asleep for a while - the proverbial 'couch potato.' It's comparative to those who can't wiggle their ears or curl their tongue. It's not that they are unable to do it, it's simply that they don't even know how to use those muscles that make it possible to excersise them. So, the trick is to figure out which muscle works the spirit, wake it up and do some crunches and squats - eventually I'll make it to the jumping jacks and then hopefully, one day, a marathon!

For now, I'm still discovering how to use the muscle.