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Body, Soul, and Spirit


Baguio City 05.06.2000
Dying is the unleashing of the spirit. Only God has the right to take life as He was the one who gave it. The spirit must go back to Him pure.

The spirit is powerful. It is free, it is boundless. When it is born with man, however, it is imprisoned by the body. It is tamed by the limitations of the physical being. The body is a cell. It is a cocoon for the spirit. The chrysalis break (and that is death), and it releases the soul and the spirit. Hence, the spirit must be hatched at the right time.

Man must not take life. Evil must not take life. Only God. Capital punishment does not serve its purpose. It may only perpetuate evil. Evil could not be stopped by death. It only destroys the cell, the cocoon, but the unhatched egg or spirit lives on. It would soon find another cell. The stained spirit struggles to accomplish something so it lives on the incomplete life it dwelt on. Hence, when it dies in sin, it would live on in sin. With the Grace of God, it will find light. Man should die on the hands of God to complete the spirit.

The body is a temple for the soul and spirit. The body is the flesh and the blood. It is down on earth. Planted on the ground. It has its limits. It feels pain. It has needs. It must be nurtured. The body is created by God. It is beautiful. It is a masterpiece. It is a vessel for the soul and spirit. In time, it withers and dies.

The soul is the the intellect and the emotions. It is the free will. It is the gift of God. It rules the brain and the heart. It dictates what the body should do. It is the memory. It is the dream, the psyche. It stores history and a lot of other things. The soul is a library, a computer. It is a weapon, an arsenal for the body. The soul could be scattered. In every pain, every joy, every stage, it creates a garden and dwells there. It is the vibration of life in every phase. All our life, we have scattered souls, we have to pick up the pieces and we would be whole again.

The spirit is God in us. For christians, it is the resurrection of Jesus Christ that lives on in our hearts. It is the still, small voice within us. The body shelters it and the soul rules and decides. Hence, the spirit may be abused, stained by the transgressions of the body and soul. It carries the burden but lives on. It is very powerful. It is free. It is immortal.

The body may die. The soul may be strewn. But the spirit lives on.
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