Whenever I hear the exclamation “I’M SPIRITUAL!”, you know, with a superior, bullying, brow-beating, I’m more sophisticated that you damn religious people” attitude… whenever I hear that exclamation I immediately feel indignant for our Lord Jesus, who was born with a very corporeal body of the Blessed Virgin Mary, who suffered in His corporeal body under Pontius Pilate, who was crucified, died and was buried, but then who, and this is important, rose bodily, a true resurrection from the dead, not just spiritually, what the “I’m spiritual!” crowd would say is hysterical imagination, but actually bodily. The “I’m spiritual” thing allows one, one pretends, to ignore Jesus and the commandments of love of God and love of neighbor, you know, because one is more sophisticated. Clever, that. But not good enough. It’s like taking flowers for the Immaculate Conception and, with real malice darkening that ever so spiritual spirit of the “I’m spiritual!” person, and then throwing them at her as if they were stones. They ain’t a gonna hurt her, only oneself.
It’s great how the great Ezekiel (36:26) says this:
And I will give you a new heart, and a new spirit I will put within you. And I will remove the heart of stone from your flesh and give you a heart of flesh.
Notice how he does NOT say “a spiritual heart”…
Here’s the deal: a spiritual heart cannot suffer, but a heart of flesh can suffer.
That’s what those flowers at the top of this post remind me about: hearts of flesh that can love with reality. You couldn’t even see a “spiritual heart.”