Of what are you full?

And speaking of fullness:

"Fullness seeks expression. In us humans, such fullness expresses itself in words and deeds and in the consistency between the two. The quality of our words, the quality of our acts, and the consistency of the two expresses the abundance of our hearts. We are all 'full of it.' Judging from your words and your acts...of what are you full?"

-- Jim Street

So, we are all full of something - whether of acrimonious anger, or bellowing bluster, or cacophonous cackling, or death, despair, deviousness, and duplicity, or efficacious energy, or fear, or genius, or hype and hypocrisy, or inspiration, or jazzed-up junk, or kindness, or love, light, and laughter, or manipulative monkey-business, or nastiness and negativity, or orneriness, or powerful positivity, possibility, and profound purpose, or quirkiness, or ranting and raving, or good ol' fashion "shit," or thankfulness, or underhandedness, or vitriolic vengefulness, or wonder, or xenophobia, or yammerings about yesterdays, or zaniness, or some wild and crazy combination of the above, and our fullness constantly expresses itself, even without our conscious choice to express it.

Yes, whatever's in you just keeps pouring out. It can't help itself; it's a natural process. So, based on God watching you and knowing everything that's going on in there, and the fact that truly observant people are also surely aware, the qeustion really is: "Of what, do you suppose, are you full?" If it's not the stuff of your spirit's deepest intent, you might want to very consciously empty out the stuff you naturally fill up with as a human being and re-fill with that, because, once again, your natural condition is not emptiness, but fullness, and when you're not being conscious and responsible, it's usually fullness of noise and nonsense. And when you constantly empty out and re-fill with this Right Stuff for your life, you become like a free- and ever-flowing fountain of His love.



This is the fountain at Love Park in downtown Philadelphia - yes, my home town - with the Franklin Parkway, Logan Circle, and Art Museum with the "Rocky steps" that I love to run up when I visit in the distant background. Ahhhhh.....