The intellect is weak; it has no power except over what is as weak as itself. -- Al-Nuri
I love that quote. Mainly because it does not matter if we're believing in our "smart" intellect or our "weak" intellect when we give it power for that is no power except over what is as weak as itself.
We sit in judgment of those who are brain-proud. "She wears her smarts like they're mink; he parades his intellect like it's gold. They believe their brain is going to get them peace, love and joy. How dumb."
Yet, when our anxiety starts strutting its stuff in our gut, we believe it utterly. "I think I'm going insane. I'm afraid I'm going to break into pieces right here before God and everybody...I'd better not leave my home, my bedroom, my bed."
Neither our strengths nor our weaknesses make a dime's worth of difference to God. Love cannot differentiate or know favorites. Strong/weak, happy/sad, sickness/health...they're all the same to God, i.e., non-existent.
If we would imitate God in that one area...acceptance, utter acceptance...we could and would know peace, love and joy. We would know it, and we would show it, because, for sure, if we're not showing it, we're not knowing it.
Thank you.
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