All chivalric Princes: report asap to Christ

So…where has all the chivalry gone? Go ahead, pin me old-fashioned, so much so that I bet most of you reading this, despite your higher educations, had to think a good while about what the actual definition of that word is. Haha, still thinking…? Let me help. Chivalry is the medieval knightly code of ethics, morals and religious values that is bound up and uncompromisingly defined as such: honor, courtliness, nobility, selflessness, gallantry, heroism, bravery and even being well bred. Don´t worry, I had to check it up too.

Haha, if you’re like me you would now open that dictionary again to check up most of the words riddled in the definition. Courtliness? This was a way of life, and more specifically a way of carrying one’s self, in that you held everything from your thoughts to your very posture (back straight, eyes up and alert) as though at any moment the Prince or Princess might see you. Wow!

Peter Pan Theology…

“The eye is the lamp of your whole body. When your eye is healthy, so too is your whole body.” Luke 11:34

So…Satan has been around far longer than any of us…and Old Satan is very good at what he does…dare I say, he knows us intimately. I have been wonderfully wired to be an extremely visual individual. Most of you, even if you only knew me for a few months, know that I am can recite dang near entire movies after seeing them once or twice. Still waiting on the movie that depicts all 66 books of the Bible…that’ll help somethin’ fierce with Bible memorization.

That said, in the midst of trying to handle the seemingly unending supply of images the Enemy already has to work with (3 years of relationship) I made the mistake of checking Jeanine’s myspace page. As if I was not going to fall right back into the same unquestioning and always instantaneous emotional response of, “wow, she sure is beautiful,” I was confronted with two new pictures she put on her site. YEP…she is sensational on the eyes, well, my eyes anyway.

Immediately, like an orchestra on cue, the Enemy began raking my door…first with his nails, playfully trodding the left to right ‘horse-trot’ sound we’re all so farmiliar with. This was as eerie as it was horrific as it both announced he was once again going to have his say in smashing in my heart’s front door, consuming any energy I would have, yet leaving just enough to feel sick to my stomach to keep me from falling to my stomach. If you all have your 8-balls this is when you shake them to see how the story is going to turn out: “Outlook not so good…”