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The Path of Waiting

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Passion is a kind of waiting – waiting for what other people are going to do. Jesus went to Jerusalem to announce the good news to the people of that city. And Jesus knew that he was going to put a choice before them: Will you be my disciple, or will you be my executioner? There is no middle ground here. Jesus went to Jerusalem to put people in a situation where they had to say “Yes” or “No”. That is the great drama of Jesus’ passion: he had to wait for their response. What would they do? Betray him or follow him?

In a way, his agony is not simply the agony of approaching death. It is also the agony of being out of control and of having to wait. It is the agony of a God who depends on us to decide how to live out the divine presence among us. It is the agony of the God who, in a very mysterious way, allows us to decide how God will be God. Here we glimpse the mystery of God’s incarnation. God became human not only to act among us but also to be the recipient of our responses.

. . . And that is the mystery of Jesus’ love. Jesus in his passion is the one who waits for our response. Precisely in that waiting the intensity of his love and God’s is revealed to us.

Henri Nouwen
http://www.henrinouwen.org

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tenderness

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But there are places that know: The Brave are the ones who trace the inside of their everyday wounds and don’t grow hard.
– Ann Voskamp

There is some corner of the heart that remains faithful to all that we have loved. – John O’Donohue

Joy is God’s life – Ann Voskamp

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Our endless desires are fulfilled in endless God. I long to know Beauty, breathe it into lungs, feel it heavy on skin. – Ann Voskamp

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We want something else which can hardly be put into words – to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become a part of it. – C. S. Lewis

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Desperado

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Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?
You been out ridin’ fences for so long now
Oh, you’re a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin’ you
Can hurt you somehow

Don’t you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She’ll beat you if she’s able
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet

Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can’t get

Desperado, oh, you ain’t gettin’ no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they’re drivin’ you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, that’s just some people talkin’
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

Don’t your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won’t snow and the sun won’t shine
It’s hard to tell the night time from the day
You’re losin’ all your highs and lows
Ain’t it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin’, but there’s a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it’s too late

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God created man because He loves stories. – Elie Wiesel

Respect for oneself should mean that if one wants to tell one’s story, it should be worthy of telling. Since story is widely used in psychology, spirituality and sociology, a deepening of the mystery of what story is would serve to illuminate the beauty that dwells deep in the individual life.
– John O’Donohue

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Heavenly Mother, you birth me in love.
Give me life anew.
You create new worlds.
Create me again.
You sustain me moment by moment.
Birth me in love.

Living One, you are the Breath.
I am your song. Sing me.
You are the wind.
I am mist. Carry me where you will.
You are my Spirit.
I am your flesh. Move in me.

Beloved, you call me in mystery.
Show me the road.
You promise me blessing.
Bear me into the unknowing.
You ask my trust.
Holy One, be my journey.

Born of water and Spirit,
I flow by your grace.
Born of water and Spirit,
I flow by your grace.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

God’s purpose in our woundedness is to bring to being the highest form of beauty.

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The beauty that emerges from woundedness is a beauty infused with feeling; a beauty different from the beauty of landscape and the cold beauty of perfect form. This beauty that has suffered its way through the ache of desolation until the words or music emerged to equal the hunger or desperation at its heart.
Not all woundedness succeeds in finding its way through to beauty of form. Most woundedness remains hidden, lost inside forgotten and pain filled silence.
Where woundedness can be refined into beauty a wonderful transfiguration takes place.
Compassion is one of the most beautiful presences a person can being to the world and most compassion is born from one’s own woundedness.
When you have felt deep emotional pain and hurt, you are able to imagine what the pain of others is like; their suffering touches you.
The greatest evil and destruction arises when people are unable to feel compassion.
The beauty of compassion continues to shelter and save our world.
– John O’Donohue

Time makes us old. Eternity keeps us young. – Meister Eckhart

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We don’t beat the reaper by living longer,
we beat the reaper by living well, and living fully.
-Randy Pausch

Jesus said, I came that they may have life,
and have it abundantly.
-John 10:10

Maritta Terrell
Thoughts are also posted at:
http://thoughtsaday.blogspot.com/

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the fragility of being

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Yup! what’s extra funny is…many of us think we have control…

contributing a worthwhile verse

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

Walt Whitman

Love your enemies
and pray for those who persecute you.
If you love those who love you, what reward do you have?
Do not even the tax collectors do the same?
—Matthew 5.44, 46

We’re afraid to be nonviolent partly because we can’t be sure of the outcome. We’re afraid we’ll pray for our enemies and they’ll still be our enemies. Maybe. But here’s the miracle: the power of love is such that the act itself is the result, no matter what happens next. The oppressor is not likely to be freely choosing his evil. He’s probably at the mercy of fear and bitterness and loneliness, unable to break free, unable to chose compassion, unable even to see his injustice. He’s just doing what “tax collectors” do. But when we act in love, we we are freely choosing. (We get the upper hand: we’re more free than the oppressor!) Our freedom, not his bondage, determines how we live. We have set ourselves free. That’s no small outcome.

We’re afraid to be nonviolent partly because we can’t be sure of the outcome. We’re afraid we’ll pray for our enemies and they’ll still be our enemies. Maybe. But here’s the miracle: the power of love is such that the act itself is the result, no matter what happens next. The oppressor is not likely to be freely choosing his evil. He’s probably at the mercy of fear and bitterness and loneliness, unable to break free, unable to chose compassion, unable even to see his injustice. He’s just doing what “tax collectors” do. But when we act in love, we we are freely choosing. (We get the upper hand: we’re more free than the oppressor!) Our freedom, not his bondage, determines how we live. We have set ourselves free. That’s no small outcome.

Moreover, when we choose to love our enemy we create an alternative world. When someone is cruel, we create a world of kindness anyway, and invite them to choose to enter it. That world of grace and compassion exists whether or not they choose to enter it. It has power. Love creates a gravitational field that changes how everything in it behaves, even if no one can see it.

Jesus’ teaching is no wimpy excuse for passivity. It’s a call to live with the courage to make our own choices, to trust in the power of our own fully realized being, to refuse to let another person—especially one who’s in bondage to fear—determine our way of living. When we make our own choices we create a new world. When we make those choices in love, we open a door for others into that world. We change the outcomes that are possible. Indeed, when we love our enemy all of reality is changed.

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
http://www.unfoldinglight.net

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the space between is very full

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Somewhere in the in-between
I’ll meet you there.
Somewhere between the friends benches
from one to infinity –
and the Constable’s at the BAM
Between unexpected Mondays
and snow storms of epic proportion.
Somewhere in the in-between
of stained-glass Tiffany windows
and those in the old, cold, beautiful church –
that’s where you’ll see me waiting.
Somewhere in the in-between,
on a street corner with our names intersecting,
on a spring day, before the flowers bloom,
or falling on my behind in a pile of snow, in the middle of winter,
laughing, and loving, weather of all sorts,
that’s where I’ll be hangin’ out, gettin’ rained on.
Somewhere in the in-between
of Louis’ Wonderful World,
Sam and Ruby singing the truth,
Cause Ain’t Love Somethin?
and Suzane Vega not allowing the wish for Caramel,
there’s where I’ll be.
That’s where I’ll always be,
waiting for an adventure with you.
Somewhere in the in-between
of stars, dust, lovers, Anam Cara – soul friend, kindness, beauty and truth,
Right there blazing glory, in the middle of the gray.
Yes, somewhere in between the in-between,
I’ll meet you right there,
my dearest, darling friend,
I’ll see you there,
Cause that’s where we always meet,
where we’ve always known each other.
Somewhere in the in-between
of heaven and earth.

AL 10/02/13

Sent from my iPhone

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