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Wednesday of Hope – In the Stillness of the Quiet
In the stillness of the quiet, if we listen, we can hear the whisper of the heart giving strength to weakness, courage to fear, hope to despair.
– Howard Thurman
Wednesday of Hope – Anything Is Possible
Once you choose hope, anything’s possible.
~Christopher Reeve
The Wisdom of Experience
Experience is not what happens to you; it’s what you do with what happens to you.
– Aldous Huxley
The experience of a Tahoe sunset
The Footsteps of the Wise
Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise; seek what they sought.
– Matsuo Bashō
Who’s footsteps will you follow?
Reach for Hearts
The desire to reach for the stars is ambitious. The desire to reach hearts is wise.
– Maya Angelou
Weekly Photo Challenge: One
What star will you follow?
A Story of Some Truly Wise MenBy Christine RodgersThese threerulersrestlessin their own heartspacingwithinthe narrowparametersof their kingdoms,sawsimultaneouslythe mightyunblinkingstarthat wouldlead themallto their greatest challenge.They hurriedthen —from eachof their sovereign corners,and found themselvestogetherin the doorwayof a stable
gazing uponan infantonly a few days oldas they bentin adorationwith those already gathered.There was no other choice –the majestyof the worldwas before them.Source: http://www.greatgreenheart.com/ – found on the Education for Justice website.
Night Thoughts
Today’s Lenten poem from Education for Justice is by William F. Bell.
Night Thoughts
It is our emptiness and lowliness that God needs, and not our
plenitude. —Mother TeresaSomehow by day, no matter what,
I patch myself together whole,
But all my effort can’t offset
The nightly nakedness of soul
When angels in a dark descent
Strip off my integument.I am a cornered rebel pinched
Between night’s armies and my lack,
And when inside the bedclothes hunched
I feel the force of their attack,
I hardly know what I can do,
Exposed to God at half-past two.I once believed my being full,
But night thoughts prove that it is not.
Waking scared and miserable,
I scrape the bottom of the pot
And then must bow down and confess
Totality of emptiness.Kings once ventured, it is said,
To offer gold and frankincense,
But I send nothing from my bed
Except a tattered penitence,
So very little has accrued
From years of doubtful plenitude.God who tear away my cover,
Oh, pour your Spirit into me
Until my emptiness runs over
With golden superfluity,
And I bow down and offer up
Yourself within my earthen cup.Source: “Night Thoughts” by William Bell from America Magazine, Vol. 187 No.
18 (12/2/2002).
