The Virtue of Temperance helps us, as we have seen, to moderate our behaviors. It is a natural virtue that we all have. When we put it into practice, temperance helps us to balance our use of legitimate goods against an inordinate desire for them. It is easy to say, "moderation in all things", but it is much more difficult to persist. That is where the virtue of fortitude helps in the overcoming of sensuality. Rather than be slaves to our emotions and desires, we are capable of taming them so that desires and emotions serve us. No longer enslaved, we are free to enjoy life, love others and serve God.
The typical hedonist today does not aspire to anything larger and higher, but settles for "feeling good". Such a life does not require fortitude. A truly meaningful life, is determined in regards to man's true end — which is the knowledge and love of God — does indeed require a host of virtues belonging to fortitude. The virtue of temperance is thus not e…
A friend asked me to address the issue of sensuality and lust. The media, Internet, current attitudes toward sex, fashions, and the abundant presence of all the pleasures of life certainly make the struggle more difficult.
Two virtues will help you overcome sensuality -- temperance and fortitude.
Sensuality can show itself as a tendency to seek what is most pleasant or comfortable, even to the point of sacrificing what is truly good. Temperance is the virtue by which grow in our ability to govern desires for pleasure.
When we practice the virtue of temperance, we call it by different names, depending upon the physical desire that we are restraining. The desire for food is natural and good; but when we develop an inordinate desire for food, we call that the vice of gluttony. Likewise, the inordinate indulgence in wine or other alcoholic beverages is called drunkenness, and both gluttony and drunkenness are combated by abstinence, which is temperance applied to our desire for food and …
My Jesus, come. Maranatha. Come into my home. Occupy my every thought. Enter my heart. Let me, like Mary, sit at Your feet and listen to Your Words. Let me, like Martha, offer you my hospitality and love. Correct me when I have allowed myself to be distracted or when I become resentful of others. In that loving correction, Martha became a Saint. Boldly, but humbly, I beg you my Lord, give me the grace to endure that which will make me a saint.
Then Lord, help me to see in all people Your Most Holy Face, that I may likewise extend to them the same hospitality. Let me serve with joy, and never grudgingly. It is true that we can toil grudgingly. We can serve grudgingly. We can even, at times, Lord forgive us, pray grudgingly. It is not possible to love grudgingly. Mary chose the better part, not because she chose listening over doing, but because she chose love over resentment and grand-standing.
Let all I do be done in this sweet spirit of being with You. AMEN.
O if we only would know and claim the marvelous Gift that our Lord has given us in His Precious Blood. His Blood shed for us on the Cross washed away our sins and freed us from the bondage of iniquity. We receive His Precious Blood every time we go to Holy Communion. The Scriptures record the words of Jesus regarding His Blood:
"This cup is the new testament in my blood, which is shed for you" (Luke 22:20).
As if that were not enough, the Lord Jesus gives us a further gift in His Blood. The biblical image is that of "sprinkling". David Wilkerson writes,
The first biblical reference to the sprinkling of blood is in Exodus 12:22. The Israelites were commanded to take a bunch of hyssop, dip it in the blood of a slain lamb, and sprinkle it onto the lintel and two side-posts of their front door. That night, when the death angel came and saw the blood on the door posts, he would pass over the house.
Please understand -- as long as the blood was left in the basin, it w…
I have finally been trained. Fear of hell and love of God sometimes fail to get me to move my big behind off the couch. There are times I will even sit in front of my computer, getting more and more hungry, but will not get up to make dinner. This may be a bit delicate, but I will not move from my spot until my bladder threatens to overflow AND I am in pain! But... one little whimper from my dog Dina and I am up and at-em.
I don't really understand why I am so attached to this creature. She is a sheltie, aka a shetland sheep dog, who would never qualify as a show dog. She sheds. She, like her owner, is overweight. Her oversensitive stomach results in frequent eruptions from one end or the other that require her human to fetch cleaner and paper towels. She sheds. She wants to play when I am tired. She does not fetch my slippers. She barks at the slightest noise outside. And did I mention, she sheds?
I do know that she is attached to me. Perhaps that is why I love h…