Undone Again

Oh, these humans! Such delicate things! As for me, I'm fat and muscle and dirt and rolling concrete.

Or, perhaps, like Karloff the Uncanny in the Invisible Ray, I poison all that I touch. That would explain why the check engine light is on in both of our cars.

God, grant me the grace to be strong AND gentle. Remember the gentle. Remember the gentle.

And meditate on Isaiah 6, the first part:

In the year of King Uzziah’s death I saw the Lord sitting on a throne, lofty and exalted, with the train of His robe filling the temple. Seraphim stood above Him, each having six wings: with two he covered his face, and with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew. And one called out to another and said,“Holy, Holy, Holy, is the LORD of hosts,The whole earth is full of His glory.”

And the foundations of the thresholds trembled at the voice of him who called out, while the temple was filling with smoke.

Then I said,“Woe is me, for I am ruined!
Because I am a man of unclean lips,
And I live among a people of unclean lips;
For my eyes have seen the King, the LORD of hosts.”

Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a burning coal in his hand, which he had taken from the altar with tongs. He touched my mouth with it and said, “Behold, this has touched your lips; and your iniquity is taken away and your sin is forgiven.”