Bishop Fulton Sheen perhaps the Ernest Hemingway of the Evangelical world since St. Albert(the orator), was mummified in his countless bestsellers(if there one be in the church's catechumen list), rolls of movie films, and the rewarding mp3 clips; all can be found in bishopfultonsheen.com.
I came accross an audio clip yesterday about his lecture of the 'Meaning of Life', an essential teaching that maybe, just maybe the thing that I needed the most.
He tells in his high pitch brusque voice about the story of two different individuals waking up in the morning, one joyfully muttering "Good Morning God!" and the other grudgingly "Good God Morning!". He slowly explained how the latter is an expression of someone wanting a meaning to life and the other having found the meaning of life. Continuing he excitedly share how a certain old lady tried to commit suicide and he, being the kind bishop that he was, begged her to postpone 'it' for nine days. With fulton-nesque way he detailed how he prayed for the old lady like he never did before, praying that she may found her meaning of life. The Good God listened and the postponement became permanent.
At about this time, I fell asleep. The following morning I took up an exam and failed. Previously I would ran amok and tell everyone it is the end times. But not today. I suddenly found the meaning of my life. Bigger than certificates, more important than achievements.
Tomorrow when I wake up, I'd pray joyfully, "Good Morning God", and not "Good God Morning" like what I had been doing. Tomorrow I'd wake up with more to my life than I had ever looked before. Beside me, my awesome wife, and my two wonderful daughters and you bet, there's no better way to wake up my morning with. GMG!
Gibberish Mumblings over Fantasia
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