Source of all truth, help me to hunger for truth, even if it upsets, modifies, or overturns what I already think is true. Guide me into all the truth I can bear and stretch me to bear more, so that I may always choose the whole truth, even with disruption, over half- truths with self-deception. Grant me the passion to follow wisdom wherever it leads. Thank you. -- Brian McLaren
It is so easy to say Thy will, not mine, be done, oh Lord...to say and kid our self that we are praying the essence of those words.
We are not. We are not even praying; we are saying...repeating...parroting, etc.
This came to me this morning in this blinding flash of the obvious: Our need is to realize that it is not for our worst fear (dementia today) to be lifted out of us, it is for us to love. Period. To love. aiming to love as God loves...dementia, raindrops and roses, friends and those on the way to becoming friends, et al.
Plain and simple...our need is to realize that we are the love we seek. The Christ hook: We must give it away to get it.
Thank you.
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