Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Spirit, Soul and Bread Pudding!





Spirit, Soul and Bread Pudding!

                                                       In the introduction to my blog I state  "I hope to share my stories through both my spirit and soul because with heart those two will write." Here is my attempt at explaining what I meant by that. Just what is the soul? And the spirit? Being of a curious sort...many moons ago I went to find out.

                 

          The classroom received the sleepy looking young men scrambling in, juggling notebooks and coffee mugs that looked more like kettles. The seminarians took seats and sat in a daze, still and quiet.

          I placed the plate of bread pudding on the teacher's desk and  grabbed one of the seats in front of my friend,  the psychiatrist, and his beautiful blonde wife. We had five minutes to wait for our last class of Old Testament Survey. That day we were to receive our grade for the semester. That day the professor had mentioned we could ask anything about the Bible and Marggie Rassler was ready.

       I turned around and smiled at my friend. "So, doctor, what are we getting today?"

      "Some of your bread pudding I hope. The rest I already got. Information. Don't care about the grade. The practice comes first."

      I turned to his wife and she grinned. "Not me. I want both. Information and the A. And you?"  I thought about it for a second and knew the answer. "I'm with you. My brain is mush. I worked hard. I want an A."  

     The class had been packed with much data, homework and exams. Memorization seemed the key to success. We tackled exams full of essay questions and blank maps of Israel to fill out with its cities and regions, important passages of  Old Testament portions to memorize and dissect, theme lines from each of the thirty-nine books of the Old Testament to learn by heart, etc., etc. All put together then, to shine knowledge of its relevance with  New Testament teachings. The class inwardly enriched me. The history and spiritual information learned turned into that artifact I worked hard to excavate but afterward, much satisfaction.  

     I heard the noise of books and papers drop on the teacher's desk and turned to catch a glimpse of Dr. Galleoti with a mouth full of bread pudding. He winked at me. I had come up with the promised goods.

     The Bible questions from classmates started fast and steady. One after another those hard to answer queries tackled by a much prepared teacher. Finally my turn came.

     "Dr. Galleoti, will you explain to me what is the difference between soul and spirit? Is there even a difference?

    He cleared his throat. "Mrs. Rassler, there is a difference. Look up Hebrews 4:12. If  the passage tells  you they can be divided one from the other and it gives you separate names for them, they are different. The soul is all your personality. That person who you are that makes you, you. It was given when God breathed  life into you. At death the soul departs. Look up Genesis 2:7. The soul is the habitation for your mind, emotions and will."

   My eyes traced every movement of  Dr. Galleoti's face. I watched as he took a breath but I could also sense my  classmates. The room pulsed with hungry curiosity. He cleared his throat again.

   "The spirit is that immaterial part of us that has the capability to connect with its Creator. If alive in Him, and open, it can receive its inspiration from Him. Some of the closest times to Him can certainly be when we create. After class I will give you more information for  research."   

    Dr. Galleoti turned to answer others' questions but when there was a pause I raised my hand again.

"Dr. Galleoti, I got one more question. Please?"

 "All right, Mrs. Rassler."

 "What's heaven going to be like? What will we find there?"

 Dr. Galleoti laughed. "That's two questions. Mrs. Rassler, I don't exactly know how to answer that  in the time we have here but I can tell you one thing. There'll be room for your bread pudding.



* I got an A.  Was it the bread pudding?



                              



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