Love is the weakest To find love we first must die Dying to ourselves Dying to make room For love to enter our heart To Love is to die But faced with this death For a small chance to love you I would die always
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Only a weak, deficient being can love.
“…even if I were to possess all knowledge, without love I would be nothing, is not simple that with love, I am ‘something’—in love, I am also nothing but, as it were, a Nothing humbly aware of itself, a Nothing paradoxically made rich through the very awareness of its lack. Only a lacking, vulnerable being…
The infinite is beyond all name and form, how can the poet describe that which is beyond words?
In love, nothing exists between heart and heart. Speech is born out of longing, True description from the real taste. The one who tastes, knows; the one who explains, lies. How can you describe the true form of Something In whose presence you are blotted out? And in whose being you still exist? And who…
When you have more than you need, and others have none.
There are no peace churches in the United States. Because when you have got more than you need, and other people do not have enough to live on, you only keep the excess by violence. You do not keep it by appeals to faith or to love or to reason. And the churches are up…
NATURE AS MIRROR by Richard Rohr
In “The Canticle of the Sun,” Francis consistently uses the Italian preposition per, by which he is saying that God is praised through (not for) the very existence of the sun, moon, stars, wind, air, weather, water, fire and earth. This is significant and telling. Their very existence gives glory whether any human ever sees…
Tolerating Tolerance
Tolerance costs me nothing. Loving others — seeking their good, willing their prosperity and happiness, genuinely desiring their companionship — this is the hazardous business of community, of relationship-building, of making and sustaining friendships for the long haul. Tolerance is all too happy to avoid all this. Tolerance turns out to be a means for…
The Risk of Love
It is not Jesus’ death that transforms but his life–a love life that had the power to persist beyond death, as the stories of the resurrection mysteriously suggest. Granted, that mystery has been almost ruined by dogmatic “I believes.” But for those with ears to hear afresh–the purpose of a Christian life is not whatever…
Violence Is So Primitive
This is Just a quick thought about violence. As I was in the process of thinking about conflicts, how and why they occur, and how they can be resolved, I’ve come to the conclusion (probably not an original one) that violence is truly primitive. I think about this subject often and feel passionately about it…
we should love them in order to know them
Not that love dispenses with knowing or requires some sacrifice of intelligibility, but love becomes, instead of and in the place of intuitus, the keeper of evidence, the royal road to knowledge: “When speaking of things human, we say that we should know them before loving them—a saying which has become proverbial. Yet the saints,…
My Big Problem With Sin
I am at an interesting place right now in regard to thinking about the subject of sin. After hearing sermon after sermon on the subject, reading book after book, having conversation after conversation, I’m convinced of pretty much one thing: For me, the biggest problem that human beings have with sin, is that we try…