Thank you for this. These are beautiful and important words at a time when too many of us are struggling with the painful reality that ultimately military solutions are no replacement for political solutions, and durable solutions are built upon the firm principle that especially when the world seems intent on mutual destruction it is in those moments that we must draw upon our shared responsibility to center our collective humanity because our very existence depends upon it. Peace. Love. Mending.
In such dark times in which we find ourselves, clinging to a hope that somehow humanity will come to its senses, seems ridiculous. But I'll choose to be radically ridiculous anyway. I'm not sure what that will accomplish, but at least I'll bring that attitude to my local context in the midst of my lament for the pain of the world and all those miraculous images of God out there. "Rend your hearts and not your garments" sounds wise, and often it is. Yet, sometimes, all we can do is mend our garments. That too has its wisdom and can participate in eternity.
What a remarkably intricate and interwoven piece of writing ...and insight. It becomes cause to wonder how different our world would be could men apply the same patient resolve to mend what has been rent by whatever misuse or just hard use our old garments, machiners or political constructs have sustained as had their mothers...but maybe their mothers did not.
Thank you for this. These are beautiful and important words at a time when too many of us are struggling with the painful reality that ultimately military solutions are no replacement for political solutions, and durable solutions are built upon the firm principle that especially when the world seems intent on mutual destruction it is in those moments that we must draw upon our shared responsibility to center our collective humanity because our very existence depends upon it. Peace. Love. Mending.
In such dark times in which we find ourselves, clinging to a hope that somehow humanity will come to its senses, seems ridiculous. But I'll choose to be radically ridiculous anyway. I'm not sure what that will accomplish, but at least I'll bring that attitude to my local context in the midst of my lament for the pain of the world and all those miraculous images of God out there. "Rend your hearts and not your garments" sounds wise, and often it is. Yet, sometimes, all we can do is mend our garments. That too has its wisdom and can participate in eternity.
What a remarkably intricate and interwoven piece of writing ...and insight. It becomes cause to wonder how different our world would be could men apply the same patient resolve to mend what has been rent by whatever misuse or just hard use our old garments, machiners or political constructs have sustained as had their mothers...but maybe their mothers did not.