Lately, I have been thinking about faith. I have been thinking about having faith like a child- how simple things can be- instead of how difficult that we make them. I have been thinking about how much more joy comes when we simply believe, instead of analyzing and discussing and arguing beyond the simple words we are given. I have been thinking about what it means to share our faith- how debating and spouting out our views never does anything. How it is hard to tell someone why you so desperately want them to believe, even if you have the best of intentions. How a desire to show love can be mistakenly seen as ridicule and hatred.
But maybe it's not about telling. Maybe it's not about seeing something disagreeable and responding with the way that you feel. Maybe it's about living, being, and doing.
Maybe it's about this...
On Thy Wondrous Works I Will Meditate (Psalm 145)
v.7
-Mary Oliver-
I know a man of such
mildness and kindness it is trying to
change my life. He does not
preach, teach, but simply is. It is
astonishing for he is Christ's ambassador
truly, by rule and act. But, more,
he is kind with the sort of kindness that shines
out, but is resolute, not fooled. He has
eaten the dark hours and could also, I think,
soldier for God, riding out
under the storm clouds, against the world's pride and unkindness
with both unassailable sweetness, and consoling word.
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