Some people are not content to be resurrected every single morning when they awaken from their beds, nor to have the hope of eternal life once they give up their earthly existence, so they invent the idea of reincarnation. The endless ups and downs of good and bad stretched over a countless number of lives holds no attraction for me.
When man became darkened in his understanding of God’s ways, he still held some sense of justice. Together with conscience and the Ecclesiastesian heart which yearns for eternity, that sense of justice searches beyond mankind (not peoplekind, sorry, Mr. Trudeau) and the present age for balance. Things ought to be different. Justice ought to be done. So let’s imagine another life in which we pay for our bad deeds and people are rewarded according to what they do and say in the flesh. Continue reading “Of reincarnation and Ash Wednesday”