Theologians have been speculating on the Beatific Vision for many centuries.
They believe that God has many faces and countless attributes that boggle the weak human mind.
Since we experience life according to St. Paul, through a glass darkly, I believe that God’s many faces can easily be reduced to two predominant aspects of our understanding of God that dominate traditional theology and philosophy.
The Gospels highlight both the God of Love and the God of Truth.
All the Gospels accounts concern God’s love and truth in varying degrees.
Love seems to register higher on the Richter scale of popularity than truth, but to me, the God of Truth has a more intense attraction.
This face of God is most apparent in John’s Gospel.
Its words and its imagery soar like an eagle with its rendition of God as the Logos, the Divine Word who is designed to enlighten the minds and souls of all who believe.
Given our social milieu, the pursuit of truth can be the higher and more difficult road.
In a world of shifting values, truth is more elusive and therefore more difficult than loving one’s neighbor.
Everyone wants and seeks love but truth has many enemies.
We live in a society that Pope Benedict XVI has called a dictatorship of relativity.
Real truth is impossible in this dictatorship.
All that exists is opinion, usually based on nothing more substantial than shallow feelings.
Liberals exude this kind of false truth.
Many people will say you have your truth and they have their truth.
To them all opinions share an equal status.
Just like the elimination of sin, absolute truth has been relegated to the dusty shelves of irrelevance.
The dictatorship of relativism emanates from the philosophy of Nominalism, which dates back to the 14th century and Franciscan monk, William of Ockham.
He denied the real existence of metaphysical universals.
Responsible for the phrase Ockham’s Razor, William served as the model for the literary character, William of Baskerville, the monastic detective who uses logic in a similar manner and, also like has faced charges of heresy in Umberto Echo’s classic, The Name of the Rose.
Unchecked Nominalism that sees only individuals leads to pure relativity.
It is this kind of tampering with logic and the rules of communication that has given us the term, politically correct.
Things are not what they are but what we want them to be or what the custodians of the social mores say they are.
Truth has nothing to do with it.
We are conditioned to accept everyone just the way they are.
There are no wrong answers, stupid, bad, or lazy people, just variations of the human condition that remain equal before the law and social custom.
We have become a nation of euphemistics who cannot talk in straight language to one another for fear or offending someone’s sensibilities, whether they are racial, ethnic or sexual.
This affords great power to a special group that has been able to muster political and legal protections, usually at the expense of other groups.
The truth of any issue is often the first casualty in this kind of cultural manipulation.
Society is the ultimate loser in this kind of artificial milieu.
Pope John Paul II is reputed to have said after viewing Mel Gibson’s movie, The Passion of the Christ, It is what it is.
In other words, Gibson had captured the true spirit and fact of the crucifixion as preserved by the Church.
Oh that we could all do that in our conversations.
Life and the pursuit of the true face of God would be less complicated if we could all adopt this way of viewing reality.
I know my title this sounds like another in the long line of Robert Ludlum titles.
I think Jason Bourne has had more second comings than Rocky.
There has been some talk and even a movie about the Mayan prophecy and the end of the world on December 27th of this year.
If the Mayans were any good as prophets, I think November 6th would be more appropriate because of the significance it holds for our way of life in America.
This election is the most important one since 1860.
And for those of you who do not remember or maybe never learned your history that election eventually led to the thundering guns of Bull Run and a bloody four-year war that claimed, now they tell us nearly 800,000 lives.
It also set the stage for well over a 100 years of internal strife and social unrest.
While I do not expect blood to flow with this coming election–unless President Obama should lose— the division that it will cause is hard to calculate.
I say that because for the first time in our history we have a president that appears to be working at cross-purposes with all the things that are good in America.
He seems determined to assume all power, influence, economic activity for his Leviathan state that he has helped to enlarge during his three plus years in office.
I say this in all sincerity because the only other explanation is that he so incompetent a leader that he has unraveled the threads of affirmative action that got him elected.
Ed Klein’s new book, The Amateur paints President Obama as someone who was woefully unprepared for the hardest job on the face of the earth.
He makes a good case for this.
Finally the left gets a minority in the White House and he exposes his abject ignorance, inability to lead, inspire, heal and do all the good things that candidates say they can.
In reality he has done little more than apologize, divide the races, classes, genders and religions against one another with what can only be a calculated severity that might take generations to heal.
Klein contends that it has been his blatant incompency that has brought the nation to the brink of ruination.
I believe that Obama knows exactly what he is doing—after all is he not the smartest man ever to reign in Washington?
He knows his policies will bring free America to its knees and therefor allow him to extend power even further than all of of his predecessors.
He virtually promised us this would happen during his last campaign.
He said he would change America as we know it.
If one listened carefully to his campaign speeches in 2008, it becomes clear that what we have now is the change that he promised.
We are now experiencing economic stagnation and social discord as the new normal.
If we don’t like it we can just take a pill.
I think most critics have badly missed the point of the Obama agenda, which is designed to retard the economy, divide the people and undermine the family and organized religion.
He has been very good at that and hardly inept.
People misunderstand that he is someone who wants America to succeed in the age-old traditions of which it is used to.
He has told us that he wants to change virtually everything we have been because it has been the fountainhead of racism, imperialism, greed and oppression.
His words are right out of Karl Marx.
This has been his prophecy—-the virtual end of America as we knew and wanted it.
If this prophecy does come true, it will because Americans just don’t care about anything but themselves and their government checks.
I include big business in this equation as well.
Like we now see in Greece after being dependent on their government for so long, they will not accept any productive reform, nor are they willing to give up anything for the good of the whole.
The public unions in Wisconsin have already gone Greek on us.
Just look at Greece and Spain where the wards of the state–those unproductive millions–many of whom are civil employees and who live off the wealth of others riot to preserve their unearned prosperity and exorbitant pension checks, to see our future.
The standard philosophy of the average person seems to be as long as I get mine why should I care about anything else.
And I am not talking about the wealthy.
They are the only ones that are really giving anything back to society.
As a Catholic I wonder where the Catholic Church has been throughout all this.
Culture Wars Magazine, which I used to read religiously, has now become an instrument of economic Ludditism, condemning every economic innovation from banking, paper money, credit and even the First Amendment.
They seem to think that the principles of Karl Marx on labor and the value of work were wonderful and true with the sole exception of his atheism.
They also had the temerity to attack the Governor of Wisconsin, painting him as some sort of fascist who wants to destroy unionism.
They are now starting to sound like the liberal branch of the USCCB.
This explains why the bishops have been late to the party of freedom.
Thanks to Karl Marx all the principles of human nature with its economic and social freedoms have been desecrated for four years under Obama.
Where were they then?
The Catholic Bishops did not get upset with ObamaCare, which they applaud–less of course its support of abortion and other procedures contrary to Catholic teaching.
It was only when their oxen had been gored that they became outraged, crying about Obama’s gross violation of religious freedom.
In Missouri thousands of Catholic marched and bused on the state capital to protest.
Given the president’s background on abortion and the like how could they have expected anything else?
But they really became outraged when they learned that the Amish sect in Pennsylvania had received one of Obama’s many exemptions from this most unpopular law.
That kind of hypocrisy makes me ill.
This raises the 30 pieces of silver question, So would ObamaCare be fine with the Church as long as their facilities and hospitals were not forced to comply?
But it is OK for the rest of us to be forced to comply with this tyrannical president?
If Obama finally calculates that it would be worth his political wile to get those 54% of Catholics on his side again, then I will believe the Church’s leaders are conspiring with the devil.
Furthermore let me tell them that the issue is not abortion, birth control or religious freedom.
It is plain old freedom to choose to do with your own money what you wish.
Slowly but surely big government has been eroding our personal freedoms, inch by inch, right by right.
These are the basic freedoms that liberal has been gradually stripping from the American landscape, while the Church leaders sat in their chanceries and collected the government largesse for the poor while pontificating to the decreasing faithful in the pews how they had to be better stewards of God’s gifts.
Now for the price of exemption is my church is conspiring to give to government absolute control over my health care and my life?
And they will have the unmitigated gall to ask me to remember the Church in my will as ObamaCare leads me to the gas chamber of health care?
As they tried to make us all equal they took away all our freedoms and the Church just played its collective lyre while our freedoms burned.
Maybe Catholics need to have a tea party of their own.
I think its time for me to write about one of the basic facts of life.
No, I do not mean the birds and the bees.
The last time I tried that my clothes got soiled and I got stung six times.
What I have in mind is more like owls and goats.
I am talking about getting old.
Growing old is not for sissies.
They are perfect symbols for getting old.
In fact it takes a lot of hard work, prayer and determination and when you finish you die such is the nature of things.
It is something that all of us have to consider no matter what our ages may be.
As a child I was in a hurry to grow up, to be mature and independent.
I was of the only people and still am who looked forward to his half-birthday.
On that 6th day in March, I immediately started adding my current year to my total.
I remember when I was 11 years old I thought it would be great to live until the year 2000 when we all erroneously thought the new millennium would begin.
That’s before Stanley Kubrick made me realize that I had really meant 2001.
After I finally made that plateau I realized that I hoped to live to the next century at least such was my desire for a quasi immortality.
Another thing happened.
I no longer relish my advanced maturity.
I am what HOF baseball announcer Jack Buck used to quip, playing the back nine.
And I was never any good at golf.
I think I started feeling old when I turned 45.
I quipped that I was half way to 50, when someone informed me that I was half way to 90.
That was a sobering thought.
This reflection on age and aging has several different components worthy of note.
The first has to do with eating.
Years ago, I could eat anything and work, sweat or worry off any unwanted calories.
Now my tailor is on a retainer.
I also do a lot of mirror time.
I check to see if I am getting one of those beer belly overhangs that literally make me sick when i see a man with his gut arriving two minutes before the rest of him.
I weigh myself constantly and try to count my calories.
Can someone in his late sixties have an eating disorder?
Probably not because I have never ordered the wrong thing.
I am also obsessed with aging and time. I want to get older but I had the attendant consequences.
It is a truism that everyone is entitled to two dates within a bracket.
Most tombstone have them.
I already have the first date–(1943-?)
Each new years prompts me to say well, for example 2011 wont be my second date.
I guess it is the historian in me.
This obsession smacks of vanity. I never thought of myself as a vain kind of guy but…
The Bible is pretty direct about vanity.
It appears in both testaments and is a step-child of deadly pride.
The Book of Ecclesiastes, written by King Solomon, shows how he learned that God is the only path to finding meaning in life.
Using a messianic character called the Preacher to illustrate his points, he begins Ecclesiastes by identifying the Preacher and then saying, Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
After reading this all I can think of is Carly Simon old single, You’re so vain, ringing in my ear.
I constantly worry about my health.
Is my next check-up going to uncover the cause of my immediate demise or will I get another year’s reprieve?
Just what does the term golden years means anyway?
Does that mean gold in the teeth, or money in the bank?
Will the alchemist of old age turn my golden years into linguine?
I think silver is a better choice. I mean silver hair, if one is lucky to have any of his hair left.
Silver is also the color on my multi-vitamin bottle.
Pain is another constant of the aging process.
In fact the term growing pains, which is usually revered to our much younger brethren, should apply mainly to senior, since getting old is synonymous with getting old.
In fact this post may very well be the first step in my last work…my last memoir because getting through this seventh stage of man will probably be the rest of my life’s work.
I already have my title: The Coming of Age: An Intimate Memoir of an Old Catholic’s Growing Pains
The term Coming of Age has also erroneously been reserved for the youth of our country.
I plan to claim that for us old codgers too.
I call it an intimate memoir because in preparing for this basic fact of life, I will have to dig as deeply into my soul, memory, the very essence of what my life has been and what it could be down the road…no matter how long or short that may be.
At fifty, I stopped jogging, playing tennis and running up stairs three at a time.
I sadly realized that I was at the stage when my body gave me more pain than pleasure. It was just too easy to get hurt.
Pain is a good part of aging.
I was spending too much time at the local Walgreen’s, waiting for my pain prescriptions to be filled.
As the injuries piled up and my waistline expanded, I decided to hire my own personal trainer.
Working out was great, but as Lizzie increased the pain level, I found that exercise only felt good because it stopped hurting when we stopped.
The only pleasure my body gives me now, is when I am not in pain or exercising.
I suspect that the next milestone will be that my only pleasure will come from my constant pain, in some sort of post-menopausal response to the ravages of age.
President Obama’s advice to seniors like me and their pain, Just take a pill!
I thank God every day for Lena my massage therapist.
As the perfect antidote to Liz, she reversed the trend.
Now it hurts only after my massage.
The older I get the more equipment I need to get along. I seem to have more gadgets that plug in or insert for added vision, auditory reception, and the like.
It takes 10 minutes of each morning to, gather, clean, unplug, dewax, and buff my equipment.
I feel like an auto mechanic.
I used to have a great memory.
I could recite the presidents in order and the years they served.
I can still do that but I have trouble remembering which country they lead.
I would be lost without my daily calendar, that is, if I could find it. And keys?
Why can I never find my keys? Do they have legs?
I often go into rooms and forget why I went there.
But aging is not all that bad when one considers the alternative.
If I were Chinese I would be revered and honored for my age and wisdom.
Here, I am willing to settle for a warm bed, a nearby restroom and three full meals a day.
I have all the time in the world to think about where I am and what I am doing.
What was the question?
It was philosopher Jean Paul Satre who defined Hell in his existential play, No Exit as other people.
I might go him one better and define it as other people just like one’s self.
They are filled with such self-love and arrogance that I think it would be a painful situation to be with people just like themselves.
People that consistently take the road of selfish decisions and actions that often leads to perdition usually don’t like themselves.
On our ill-fated trip to France years ago, where I encountered my Parisian prostitute, there was a fellow from North Carolina.
We should have picked our own cotton. was his bumper sticker.)
He was loud, boisterous and so insecure he just had to have a monopoly of his fellow passengers’ attentions during the trip.
In other words, he was just like me.
People like me, don’t like people like me.
We vied for the attentions and affections of the captive audience that was our bus companions, until Poisons, as he called himself, got a little out of line and he started to get a bit physical.
I can’t help it if I was funnier than he.
By squeezing my arm as I disembarked from our bus, he had crossed the line of combative humor, or dueling clowns.
The thought of having to spend eternity with people like him really gave me a dose of abject humility, which I swiftly drank.
As I get older–I am already nearly four years older than I thought men lived to be when I was a child— I do a lot of thinking about eschatology.
The guide on a Circle Lines Tour around Manhattan Island many years ago mentioned General Black Jack’s admonition to his troops as they prepared to go to Europe in 1918 from New Jersey.
He said that there would be only three results of their invasion of France…heaven, hell or Hoboken.
That is Christian eschatology in a brief nutshell.
The Catholic Church adds the importance of death and judgment to the list to make up the Four Last Things.
I think it is the judgment part that makes many of us scared of dying.
I mean even those of us who do try to live according the commandments, teachings of the Church and the persistent little inner voice of reason.
Personally, I think it would be terrific if we found out that God was non-judgmental like liberals urge us to be on earth.
It would even be nicer if everyone went to Heaven because God was as infinitely merciful as so many New Age Christians believe.
The Church teaches that God does not condemn us to hell.
We condemn ourselves. That is a very pithy statement package but I often wonder just how free our wills really are.
I know the fallen angels, like Lucifer and the allegorical teachings of Adam and Eve in the Garden had an absolute understanding of right and wrong, sin and virtue.
They fell for the universal temptation of pride and wanting to be gods themselves.
Better to rule in Hell than serve in heaven.
But our fallen nature, after the fact of Eden, seems to stack the decks against us so often because it has warped us with a perverted sense of right and wrong that cannot truly understand the stakes of our behavior.
Benjamin Franklin once wrote that vice knows she’s ugly. That’s why she hides her face.
Sin and evil often disguise themselves in actions that seem to be a good idea at the time.
Other times our passions get out of the gate because we have failed to keep a strong bridle on them.
There are hormonal pressures, social pressure, economic pressures that conspire to work against our souls.
There is the Zeitgeist and the glitter of materialism that people don’t realize has an enslaving property.
So me it is hard for one to assess my fellow-man with full guilt.
All that being said, we are responsible for our own actions and millions of us have taken different roads in rationalizing our guilt and avoiding facing the culprit in the mirror for all kinds of sins from adultery, drug abuse, violence, sloth and all the other capital sins.
Many have joined the Oprah Winfrey Club of public confession where her guests go on national TV and ask the crowd, not for forgiveness but to validate their deviant behavior.
Her show used to remind me of Jerry Springer, without the trashy women and predictable fighting, swearing and loud arguing.
Bishop Fulton J. Sheen used to warn about how psychiatry had literally taken responsibility, and real self-knowledge out of the equation.
Millions of patients are advised to seek the cause of their anxieties and depressions outside of themselves.
They looked to parents foremost, siblings, their employers, spouses and anyone else who has hurt them by being honesty and deliberate.
This attitude has contributed to making us a weaker society, especially our men.
The perpetual adolescent of the Peter Pan Syndrome is standard for millions of young men today.
Things are ever more confusing because of what Pope Benedict has called the dictatorship of relativity.
With the deconstruction of Christian morality, moral relativism has permeated our society so deeply that millions make up their own moral codes as they go along.
Worse than that are those who don’t have any set or idea of morality.
These sociopaths just react on stimuli and instinct.
This helps to explain the observable decline in not only public and private morality but civility as well.
People seem angrier and more hostile than ever before in my lifetime.
And we live in a society that condemns any form of judgementalism, unless it comes from the White House of the Senate.
If there are no absolutes, how can anyone judge?
Each man and woman march to the interior beat of their own life values or style.
No one is ever wrong except for those who picket Planned Parenthood killing centers.
How does this all relate to eschatology?
That’s where my views become highly speculative.
There is an interior, subjective morality where those follow whatever voice they hear.
And then there is an objective sphere that most people call reality.
We can judge all behaviors, but not people so much, for their real behavior.
That’s why I need to learn to judge liberals a little less harshly because they have twisted notion of the way things really are.
Their interior state should not our concern.
I relegate that to old phrase–that’s between them and God, and leave it at that.
Since this is all ostensibly about judgment, most people make judgments on the eternal disposition of their loved ones and even famous celebrities, such as Frank Sinatra and John Kennedy, even though their moral lives had many stains.
We really don’t know if Sinatra is playing golf with St. Peter or if Jack Kennedy is talking about ocean currents with St. Paul.
This kind of presumption hints of a universal salvation, which was considered a heresy during the first half of the 20th century.
But I have to say there is a Godlike innocence and even naiveté in those who have this kind of simple hope for other people.
It could very well be a posthumous form of loving one’s neighbor, laced in human forgiveness.
The only people who really cast a huge shadow of doubt on their final judgments are the so-called hard-of-heart, whom Jesus condemned on every chance He could.
But even with those it could be sinful for us to judge their final destinations because judgment of this absolute kind are not our province.
They belong solely to God and we can only hope and pray that He has on his mercy robes instead of His hanging judge robes.
Personally I think both types of presumption are wrong and even dangerous, especially the first one–even though I hope it is the correct one.
Who knows Adolph Hitler might be up in Heaven discussing philosophy with St. Boniface.
After all I am not certain how absolute his free will as since many historians believe that he was mentally ill.
I always thought that Joseph Stalin, old Uncle Joe our ally during the war was far more evil than Hitler.
But then again we can only speculate.
God is the eternal ticket-taker who determines where we get off the train of life.
Anytime I really get into something new, as I have with massage therapy, I try to learn everything I can about it.
My massage therapist’s special skills have inspired me to research the history and philosophy of the art of the massage.
A form of massage therapy dates back to ancient China and Greece.
In 300 B. C. Chinese sources refer to the therapeutic value of massage as one of the ways to complete health.
It was Hippocrates, the Father of Medicine who saw the advantages and benefits of a full body massage.
Massage was commonly used by athletes, in combination with aromatic oils and herbs, to improve performance and help avoid injuries.
Biblical references from around 500 B. C. mention daily oil massages as part of a beauty regimen.
Unfortunately, massage techniques declined in popularity throughout the Medieval and Renaissance periods largely because of religious scruples about the human body.
This is the sad thing about the Christian religion.
It had totally lost sight of the importance and the naturalness of the human body.
Too often the body is thought of as something to be totally hidden because it is evil, corrupt— the plaything of Satan, instead of the handiwork of God and the reflection of His own supreme good and beauty.
When I was in grade school all the nuns and priests shrouded themselves in somber black garb, partly to obscure the fact that they had bodies like the rest of us.
While it added a bit of mystery to their vocations, it reinforced in many of us the idea that there was something so inherently bad about our bodies that we had to hide at all times.
Having been an only child with extremely modest parents, I was in the dark just about everything that related to the human body.
Part of the problem was that for centuries the Catholic Church had been has been infected with heretical strains of Augustinian Manicheanism, Catharism, Jansenism, and other philosophies that disparaged the human body.
Personally I think this kind of thinking is an affront to God.
Our bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit and we should treat them as such.
The Bible still tells us that we are all made in the image and likeness of God–the Imagio Dei-— and that includes our complete bodies.
This of course challenges us with the responsibility of modestly clothing our bodies when necessary.
But there are times when the human body can be displayed, not for the solitary pleasure of others but for conjugal relations, medical examinations, therapeutic contexts, such as massages, and even a few group recreational pastimes.
I think all these must be pleasing to God.
It was not until the Enlightenment in the 17th century that the art of the massage regained some of its lost popularity.
The benefits of massage were documented and observed through the 17th and 19th centuries, though few innovations occurred until what is now known as Swedish Massage was developed.
During the world wars, massages fell into disrepute thanks to the so-called massage parlor, which was little more than a front fpr prostitution.
I have stood in line at a local restaurant and told people about my experience with massage therapy.
A few men, even older than I am kind of grinned and started telling me about their massages in Tokyo and Bangkok during the Korean and Vietnam Wars.
Even today some of that residual shame and ridicule lingers with the word—massage.
Massage therapy needed a savior and like Joan of Arc that woman came along in the early 1980’s.
Wielding, not a sword but a pair of soft hands, this Catholic nun valiantly took it upon herself to undo all the years of bad press and elevate the legitimate massage to its proper place in the health care world.
Born in 1929, Minnesota Catholic nun, Sister Rosalind Gefre started by offering a healing massage to the elderly in a nursing home for free.
A true pioneer of therapeutic massage, Sister Rosalind began practicing massage when it was associated with massage parlors* and the sex industry, a fact that created controversy and difficulties for her not only with her own religious community, but with the secular community as well.
In 1984, when she first opened her business, she was arrested by the police, so great was their sensitivity toward the sex trade industry.
Since then she has led the way in changing the local legislation covering massage and has opened three clinics and five schools.
Not only is there physical healing in massage, but there is also a spiritual healing, says Sister Roz, as she is known throughout the Twin Cities.
As she was quoted by Catrina Genovese in a Time Magazine article in 2002,
People are skin hungry and God hungry.
Before Jesus helped people, he touched them, and that is the work we do.
Today there are five Sister Rosalind Schools of Massage and nine Sister Rosalind Massage Clinics located in two states.
There have been over 10,000 Sister Rosalind graduates in massage therapy since the opening of her first school in 1984.
Sister Rosalind has received widespread recognition for her important role in making massage an accepted and respected healthcare practice.
The Catholic Church has a saint for virtually everything.
They don’t have one for massage therapy.
I know I have checked.
When Sister dies and meets with her heavenly reward, I am putting my money on her as the first Massage Terapist Saint.
Like Lena Sister Roz has the magic touch that extended way beyond the flesh and touches the fringes of the soul.
Too many people fail to see the total integration of the human person in the art of massage therapy.
I told Lena that I really enjoyed the wonderful feelings she engendered in me but I did not want them to be merely ephemeral that is a group of fleeting feelings without any deeper meaning.
I told her my feelings had to be grounded in my Catholic faith, not in some New Age narcissistic spirituality.
That sounded too much what liberals or someone who dropped out of organized religion might say or believe.
My faith has to meet my test of reason.
Though the Catholic faith is not based solely on reason, even its mysteries and we have many, have to be reasonable, not something out of a science fiction novel.
The marvelous feelings I get from Lena’s touch have prompted to explore the revolutionary philosophy of the late pope, John Paul the Great.
Many agree that it is his Theology of the Body that will someday change how Catholics and others view the importance and sanctity of their own bodies.
Years ago John Paul II established a new way of looking at the human body, when he wrote because God created it, the human body can remain nude and uncovered and preserve intact its splendor and its beauty…Immodesty is present only when nakedness plays a negative role with regard to the value of the person…The human body is not in itself shameful ..Shamelessness [just like shame and modesty] is a function of the interior of a person.
The pope’s many skeptics raise the important issue of concupiscence, that is the residue of evil left us by our fallen nature.
There is no doubt this tendency for sin, especially lust is ever-present, but the pope taught how to defeat it by cultivating a purity of heart when encountering the ubiquitous pulchritude of the female gender.
I have actually been practicing this since I was in high school.
The pope’s guidelines were also instructive because getting a massage usually involves varying degrees of nudity.
Therefore it was important for me to have a clear understanding of just what were the moral boundaries of personal nudity.
Of course it goes without saying that massage therapists are bound by laws that establish legal boundaries as well.
I will assume it works similarly for females as well.
As for my theological connection with the massage table, it dawned on me just a few weeks ago as if in a pure moment of clarity just what that link is. will assume it works similarly for female massage therapists as well.
Jesus promised His faithful that whatever pleasures, delights and happiness we experienced on earth would be nothing compared to what He and the Father had prepared for us in the next life.
But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. (1 Corinthians 2:9).
Massage is then my special fore-touch of Heaven.
*Like original sin, the infamous massage parlor’s stain refuses to go away.
A new cable series, entitled The Client List has already aired a few episodes about a young mother who feels it necessary to work at such an illicit institution in Texas.
It stars TV star Jennifer Love Hewitt in a role that most likely will not hurt legitimate massage therapy.