I feel inordinately virtuous. Before a lesurely breakfast of porridge with blueberries and brazil nuts at 9, I had not only fed my animals before I fed myself (as my grandad taught me) and read the blogs and “done” my email, as usual, but I’d marked the last of the late assignments, cut a couple of fence posts and most of the panneling for the new vege garden, mulched two tea bushes and pulled up a wheelbarrowful of weeds from under the trellis.
No wonder I feel ordinately, if not inordinately virtuous!
Which introduces neatly my theological point. As I always say, but never hear, hard work is bad for the soul. Feeling virtuous is a form of pride, and pride is one of the (“seven deadly” even) sins.
Before anyone accuses me of preaching laziness I should turn to point out the proper response to such a start to the day… it’s the theological virtue (a true one this time) that Jack in the movie Titanic and Qoheleth (and/or his ambivalent narrator) preach. Thankfulness, such a morning should prompt me to give thanks to the creator for all these opportunities I enjoy. Life is (indeed, and overwhelmingly obviously on such a morning) a gift.