Anyone who has ever spent much time sitting in a room with me and discussing almost anything has probably heard me drone on interminably about the sad division of body and soul. These two elements of humanity should be so intrinsically intertwined that they function as a single entity and yet since the Fall, we stumble around like some kind of metaphysical conjoined twins, always having to strike some sort of compromise and rarely both satisfied at the same time. Our goal, of course, is to so lose ourselves in the love of Christ that we attain the unity that He possessed in His humanity.
This is the dilemma that I think about the most~the disintegration of the human person. And yet, I live as a functional gnostic. I'm very concerned about taking care of my soul, but aside from the most basic needs, I really only think about my body when it nags me. And I've been thinking for a while now that I have to do something about this, or shut up about the body/soul business. I don't mean just eating better and exercising, and all that sort of thing which, of course, is important. I mean recognizing my body as a participant in my quest for God. Jesus didn't just save us with His prayers; He used His body.
Having said all that, I'm not talking about offering bodily suffering for others--I get that. I'm comfortable with that. I think that what I'm seeing is that that's not necessarily what God wants for us all the time. Before Jesus died on the cross for us, He walked around using His body to teach and feed and heal us. I know that sounds pretty simple, but somehow there's a connection there that I don't make in my daily life.
So, those are pretty raw, unprocessed, stumbling-around-in-the-dark thoughts. I'm curious to see where they lead.