The appearance of being foolish is a stigma nobody really wants to have to wear. Being foolish is really a form of insult, as if a person did not have the wit or the intelligence or the savvy to be like everyone else around them and do things the “normal” way.
Donne’s poetry reminds us that as long as love exists, death cannot win.
We owe it to each other to leave our too-small homes for the wide realm in which we are all related and all precious beyond measure.
Even when sitting alone at my desk to pray my prayers in the morning, I am never alone.
That’s the power of this prayer; the power of Jesus’ admonition to pray. There is such beauty in this prayer. It’s this prayer that unites us into community. It’s this prayer that comes to us in our deepest need and our deepest joy.
How is it that five barley loaves and two fish were enough food to fill 5,000 people? And, there were leftovers! How is it then that with all of the resources in the world, so many people are starving?
“Here are the two best prayers I know: ‘Help me, help me, help me and Thank you, thank you, thank you.’” Anne Lamott
Now and then there comes a moment when time seems to stop, even for the merest fraction of a second, and in that fraction of a second something becomes so clear that it’s almost heartbreaking.
Love can only exist where there is freedom to choose and it cannot be a false choice where we return to God out of a sense of duty or obligation.
Living, moving and having our being, like tadpoles in the great pond of God, we unfold the truth, and it is this which makes us free.