“The deep cause of Muslim terrorism is not religious. It’s hate for western civilisation.
But this problem is replicated by another: We westerners don’t love ourselves either. Our missionaries are quite conscious of this reason buried deeply beneath other arguments. The people they meet don’t love themselves/each other, don’t expect much from themselves, in other words there is a painful general apathy. Should I say a general depression? … I am going to tell you why they feel this disgust or general apathy. It’s because they have completely lost sight that mankind has a much greater need for grandeur, interior beauty (RA 12/3), superior ideals, magnificent, of heroism (RA xxxv/4-12), love for one’s neighbour, forgiveness, true freedom, than for social security. That is what The Revelation of Arès reintroduces into our minds and that is what we seek to reintroduce to the public mind by assembling a small remnant (24/1) of heroes who go into the streets to remind humanity of this. Yes, we must fish out our beautiful ideals, particularly those of The Sermon on the Mount, from the gutters and sewage pipes where they have been abandoned.”
Excerpt from the reply to 12sep17 188C158
Translated by djd
Today I will be babbling about bagels. Again.
For several months a new business was awaited which promised bagels but when they opened, in spite of a window full of bagels, they would not sell a plain bagel and they didn’t have any butter (even though this is in Brittany). It turns out they only have a limited number and prefer to sell them garnished (better profit). It was probably another case of “if looks could kill” on my part. I need to get rid of any animosity I may still harbour.
I do know how to make bagels. It’s just nice sometimes to instantly satisfy a hankering with one single bagel. Now I will have to be disciplined and put some in the freezer.
Once again, the proof is in the chew and these come out way ahead. However their belly buttons seem to have disappeared.
While unpacking things to put away, now that I have some shelves and cupboards to do so, I found this sampler that is finished. All it needs is to be framed and hung, well, maybe washed and ironed. I was struck by how pertinent I find it to be, even years after embroidering it. « Choose thy love, Love thy choice » still sums it up for me as the method for forming and building a couple. Falling in love is one way to start, but that is not how things work day after day, year after year. We must be ever vigilant, ever building, communicating, adjusting, evolving, ever mindful of the main direction we want to take, choosing to love our choice.
When I was in school, we learned about wars, assassinations (fancy word for muder), plots, kings getting killed, all with an air of « but we don’t do that any more, now we are civilized, democratic, we vote ». But if you look at the world, we are still in the dark ages. Poisonings, planned accidents, bombings, shootings,…
All the religions call for non-violence, peace, but we don’t live it. A Christian is probably aware of Matthew 5 :21-22, « You’re familiar with the commandment to the ancients, ‘Do not murder.‘ I’m telling you that anyone who is so much as angry with a brother or sister is guilty of murder. Carelessly call a brother ‘idiot!’ and you just might find yourself hauled into court. Thoughtlessly yell ‘stupid!’ at a sister and you are on the brink of hellfire. The simple moral fact is that words kill. » (The Message translation)
In essence, I killed a girl while I was on my trip. She pulled me aside as I was boarding the plane for an extra search. I didn’t say anything – I knew that would only get me in trouble, but I gave her a look, if it had been a laser, she would have been fried, if it had been one of those new energy weapons, she would have disintegrated. She said, «I am only doing my job, for your security.» She heard everything I didn’t say. I took my good old time with all my movements, thinking the longer I take, the fewer people she can hassle. Rather proud of myself for thinking of that. But I am guilty of murder.
A key element for peace is forgiveness. There are many opportunities to practice forgiveness (forgiving and being forgiven) in the course of a day – sometimes even before getting out of bed. It is all these decisions of the instant that create who you are. By practicing forgiveness, you can have peace within, a very good place to start.
I was playing legos with my grandson, 3 1/2 years old. He smashed my project, then I smashed his, thinking somewhere that will teach him what it feels like to have your project smashed and maybe he won’t do that.
Husband, observing, said the never-ending- cycle of revenge.
He was right.
How can I expect humanity to renounce war when I can’t even practice forgiveness in a play situation?