A rusty old car?
At a recent seminar the leader referred to the body as ‘the temple of the soul, a
sacred dwelling place for the spirit.’ A young man seated at the back of the hall
raised his hand: ‘I’ve always thought of mine as a vehicle,’ he said. ‘It carries me
through life, then goes rusty and packs up. I certainly don’t see it as a temple.’ He
went on to describe the health problems he had endured for years, which showed
no sign of abating.
One of the other participants, an elderly lady who looked in radiant good health,
spoke up. ‘If you think of your body as a rusty old car,’ she said, ‘is it any wonder
you’re always ill?’
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