Some Real Truth

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"I tell you the truth, you must become like a child."
Lung 2008

We are satisfied by our decent little life. We are pleased with our good habits; we take them for virtues. We are pleased with our little efforts; we take them for progress. We are proud of our activities; they make us think we are giving ourselves. We are impressed by our influence; we imagine that it will transform lives. We are proud of what we give, though it hides what we withhold. We may even be mistaking a set of coinciding egoisms for real friendship. – Michel Quoist

Someone asked me what I believe about anything, and because it was so on the spot, I froze. I wish I knew better what it is I truly believe. But this is truth, I know ...

The walk down the corridor of time has made us bigger and everything else smaller, less impressive. God is being edged out of this world by science. We have become jaded, incapable of wonder and awe. This lessening of impressionability may be a sign of maturity, a necessary and healthy consequence of progress. But I tend to think it betrays a loss of equilibrium. A truly balanced person retains a capacity for wonder and the willingness to express it in the very confession of creaturehood, the spontaneous acknowledgement that he is a human being and not a god. - Brennan Manning
Lung 2011

Some of my own truth ...

Jesus Christ is (or is on the way to becoming) the most important person in her life. Her prayer is neither pretense nor façade. She is intelligent in the biblical sense, and she knows reality as it is. In the scriptures intelligence does not consist in the more or less brilliant performance of the mind. It consists in recognizing the omnipresent reality of God. From the biblical perspective, a great theologian may be stupid; an illiterate washerwoman praising God for the sunset, immeasurably more intelligent. 

A little more truth from Sara Groves ...

Things have been spoken, shouldn’t be said
Rattles around in our hearts and our heads

Lets feel what we cannot feel
Know what we cannot know
Lets heal where we could not heal.

Lets say what we cannot say
Lets see what we cannot see
Lets hear what we cannot hear

Love is a miracle
Lets be a miracle

And so, everything points us back to the heart of a child, to recapture the sense of surprise, wonder, and vast delight in all of reality. This, I believe. 



Comments

  1. AnonymousSeptember 11, 2011 at 4:36 AM

    I have taken so many pictures of this kid. Would love to go back to Riverside. :)

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 11, 2011 at 4:36 AM

    Oh by the way, It's John. :)

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  3. TinaSeptember 11, 2011 at 10:27 AM

    John, come visit Riverside in March! :) This boy is growing so big, I'll post a picture from the last trip.

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  4. JacquelineSeptember 11, 2011 at 10:41 PM

    MM. This is a good post, Tina Bobina. Thanks & LOVE YOU.

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