Borrow the Beloved’s eyes. Look through them and you’ll see the Beloved’s face everywhere. No tiredness, no jaded boredom…things you have hated will become helpers.
– Jalaluddin Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks, We Are Three
The future is not some place we are going, but one we are creating. The paths are not to be found, but made. And the activity of making them changes both the maker and their destination.
Today is Palm Sunday. It is a day when we hear familiar readings about the Passion of Jesus – a story of his last days on earth – the days that led up to his crucifixion. We understand that Jesus walked willingly into the darkness.
I recently came across a lovely poem by Dan Turner entitled, What Kind of God. The last line of the poem expresses well Christ’s mission.
My God . . . seeking darkness . . . to scatter Light. To scatter Light.
May we remember, when we find ourselves in the midst of darkness, that we, too, are called to scatter Light.
Morning light breaking though to scatter the darkness
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