My part

 My part; I have felt lately is just other social media: hotmail and facebook. When I rarely blog it has been more poetical, less opinion. But the That Man Is You meeting which I joined through zoom yesterday morning and the tv Mass which had a homily to inspire me too has brought this confession to mind. Our culture is to say my part, I'm okay, but we, or I add, in my own thoughts anyway, what's wrong with you. If I do my part I have done all I can do. But I am not just a part, but part of a Body. Christ is the head and I shudder to think what part of the body people compare me to then. Christ did not have a human part and a holy part but one mind, and it isn't as I implied there at the TMIY meeting yesterday morning. He was wholy human and wholy holy at the same time. My part is to become more like Him. So you're okay, I'm not okay. Our culture is making people trans-human. This term is used for robotics or dehuminization and for becoming more like Jesus. If you let the whole man go and emphasise only the physical, although I've found I needn't let go of the physical, and if you let go of the emotional, mental or spiritual, you are not okay. Men need to dwell on the heart, mind and soul. So we will be trans-human in the positive sense of the word. In a world where we are statistics or cogs in a wheel we can take our part, with a whole heart.