What's good for the goose.....

I was musing and remembering, Christ constantly manifested by God, as Athanasius said.  Through time, created, and created.  Constantly.  

And how so?

If not in flesh, then in us and others as subjugates, nature around us, some kind and charitable acts, providential things.  The beauty of a cold morning sunrise, the sun, big and orange, rising, bringing a twinge of welcomed warmth; I’d sun my face crossing the river some, and would take pains to bear my cheeks full-on in the sunlight.  I chose that route for that very purpose; my hands on top of the steering wheel, trying to leech the warmth from the sunlight, though the chill was deep inside already.

It looked like a cistern, some few gallons in size, filled with tofu, but that started to bleed into an amber liquification, like turning healthy food tofu into beer or something.  It was mass-market grease heating, warming more and more, and I could watch a spiral of warmth geometrically spread through the mass until all was the beautiful, unblemished grease, in a very clean, newly-scrubbed frying vat.

On the dismal tedium bearings, uneven shades of fill, idle time I mean, earning some nine dollars on some seemingly unimportant things, and taking a kind of calculus on the small sum, on how to make just the small sum have a positive impact on the world, and after that, whatever goodwill is leftover, to my people and my own person.

The American Thanksgiving, when the pioneers were saved by the Natives, religioius emigrants those settlers, to share a land, and along the way, such death and robbery, but the original nugget of the thing was an act of good will between the natives and the early pioneers, people that, for the sum of one meal, during that time must have shared some shred of common understanding, regardless of where they were from, or what things they worshipped.

And if Christ is “constantly” being spawned by God, then the world is constantly being saved, over and over again, from one soul to another, across a gulf of eternities and star systems, the very spirit of the faith among people being almost a thing unto itself, like the Apostles manifesting with the Spirit on the Day of Pentecost.