Flesh v. Faith

Here I am....back at it again. Each time I return to my blog, I return with the intent of sticking around and being as consistent as I was back in 04 and 05. But for whatever reason, once I take time out and bleed my thoughts on the virtual pages of life, I find myself retreating back into the world.....I guess for different reasons. Needless to say, here I am, back at it again.

So I'm a bible believing person, truly I am. I've had my faults in life, but through each of them I've always worked to bring myself back to the two simple truths that I hold dear; Love and Faith. The latter of which I think I'll choose to shed my inner light on today.

Growing up I learned about faith. I learn about how to apply it to live, and how holding onto it would yield fruits unimaginable. But work with me here folks. Nobody, well at least nobody that I've come in contact with over the years, "ever", explained how difficult it was to maintain faith (not in God, but in self) over and extended period of time.

Since it's been quite some time since I consistently blogged, and I'm pretty sure those that viewed my blog for malicious purposes have moved on, I'll do something I haven't done in a long time. Instead of blogging about my Journey and all the sights and sounds of this journey, I'll do something that I don't think I've done since the early days of this Journey. I'll open up and express the personal effects of this journey and what it has done to a young man trying to make good out of his life.

This year I approach another year towards 30 years of life on this earth. Now while I do contend to be spiritual being, living in a non-spiritual world, I have to admit that the flesh competes day in and day out with faith. Now what I won't do is begin to ramble on and on about non concrete topics......so I'll just get to the point.

This morning I woke up, prayed, showered, cooked breakfast, and began to clean up around the house. In the midst of it all, I opened the blinds in the living room to allow the sunlight to shine inside. And that's where the metaphorical faith vs. flesh battle surfaced (as it's been brewing in my soul for a while). Now across the street from where I live, and coincidentally on the opposite side of the street from those very windows I opened, sits a huge Cathedral, multiple steeples and all. Normally on Saturday mornings I see random people walking by, taking pictures, standing in amaze at the building, etc. Typically you'll see random non-ethnic people walking in and out of the building over the weekend. However, and for whatever parenthetical reason, this morning, in the midst of my battle with living in a foreign land for the past 3 years, there just so happened to be a swath of black people piling into this church, dressed to kill. As I sat, flipping the channels from Law & Order to College Football, I began to try and make reason of what event black people would be having at a typically non-ethnic attended building. About 15 mins and 50 or so people later it came to me....and that's when the internal battled on faith in self surfaced.

I remember back in college I dated "mid-march", heck I even remember in high school when I dated "mid-night dreams". I remember "faith" (the person, not the stronghold). I even remember "Comfort". All of whom I've dated at some point in life.....all of whom are married to someone else.

So with that said, I am spending my Saturday working diligently to make sure that Faith (the stronghold) overcomes the flesh. Because clearly...everyday...flesh tries to convince me that Faith isn't working......

But I (through God) knows better.

Journey