The Universalis site uses the Jerusalem Bible translation:Brothers and sisters:
I declare and testify in the Lord
that you must no longer live as the Gentiles do,
in the futility of their minds;
that is not how you learned Christ,
assuming that you have heard of him and were taught in him,
as truth is in Jesus,
that you should put away the old self of your former way of life,
corrupted through deceitful desires,
and be renewed in the spirit of your minds,
and put on the new self,
created in God's way in righteousness and holiness of truth.
I want to urge you in the name of the Lord, not to go on living the aimless kind of life that pagans live. Now that is hardly the way you have learnt from Christ, unless you failed to hear him properly when you were taught what the truth is in Jesus. You must give up your old way of life; you must put aside your old self, which gets corrupted by following illusory desires. Your mind must be renewed by a spiritual revolution so that you can put on the new self that has been created in God's way, in the goodness and holiness of the truth.It struck me, and has anchored me the past day and through today. It has been busy with entertaining things, business-type things - a bit of writing, Katie's school registration, which is always an ordeal. And through it all, I think, "Six months ago today. Haven't seen him in six months."
And many thoughts have come to me which are not ready for this spot and are probably better suited for something longer and more substantial. But I keep coming back to one point, one that is not specific to Michael's death and my response to it, so it is probably the one most worth sharing.
What has been revealed to me, in a really profound way, is the inadequacy of language and intellectual constructs. I could sit down with you for a day, solid, and try to talk about this. I could write a book. We could maybe even talk for a week about our respective experiences, and still, words would not be enough to convey the mystery of it, which is not just the mystery of death, but the mystery of life, too, of course.
I always said that this was true - that words are inadequate - but the understanding of it has burrowed deep inside over the past six months, not in a mournful, despairing way, but in a way that is puzzling, intriguing and even though it is frustrating, it is also...how shall I say it...inviting.
It just seems to me that while other areas of knowledge are necessary and helpful, the only areas of life which could even begin to say or express anything meaningful about all of this, that even begin to get close to the layers, the questions, the moments of clarity, the doubts, the assurances, the light and darkness, the gratitude and the mystery are two: art and faith.
And so we walk on, renewed, no longer in the futility of our minds, no longer aimless. As the man says.

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