Pride Blooms
The harvest of hate is a wasteland bearing nothing but dust and ashes. The fruit of inclusion is a rainbow of flowers that brings joy wherever it is allowed to bloom.
The harvest of hate is a wasteland bearing nothing but dust and ashes. The fruit of inclusion is a rainbow of flowers that brings joy wherever it is allowed to bloom.
ONE false note will spoil the finest piece of music, and one little sin, as we deem it, may ruin the most promising character,
Surely there can be no ‘yeah but, no but, yeah’ if we dare to proclaim that we are Open to God, Open to All? After all isn’t the only response God makes to us ‘Yes and Amen’ ? (2 Cor.1v19-21). Can we offer any less? Can we, dare we, bear all this calumny and abuse and remain un-defended? Not biting back, refusing to turn away those who abuse us and others, and instead learn only to love and then love again?
For manners are not idle, but the fruit of loyal nature, and of noble mind.
IF bitterness has crept into the heart in the friction of the busy day’s unguarded moments, be sure it steals away with the setting sun. Twilight is God’s interval for peace-making.
HE that studieth revenge keepeth his own wounds green.
CONSIDER how much more often you suffer from your anger and grief, than from those very things for which you are angry and grieved.
[Fortitude] may be exercised chiefly in doing very little things, whose whole value lies in this, that, if one did not hope in God, one would not do them:
John reminds us with his final few verses, in the culmination of his telling of the Good News, that the Gospel is not a case of ‘seeing is believing’ but, instead, in the words of our Beloved it is a case of ‘believing is not seeing’:
surrounded by the dead and in fear of being killed themselves that they heard the news of the hope that was born in a cave in Bethlehem and escaped from a tomb in Jerusalem.