When I am exhausted and I cannot endure a moment’s more
compassion, a moment’s more mercy, a moment’s more sacrifice, somehow, I find a
moment more. That must come from God,
for I have often come to the end of myself.
True obedience to God always leads to love. If we do not love, our obedience is mistaken.
When I have truly loved, there is someone who will hate me
for it. I know when someone hates me
that I must be loving the one who really needs it.
Love is often confused with desire. True love looks at the undesirable and we
become beautiful, majestic. Once true
love has touched, only then will others see our worth. But love always comes first.
I often speak to a person what I see they will become,
rather than who they are. I speak the
truth that I wish to be a prophecy.
They might say to me, “You don’t know who I am.” But I do.
I know the seed that hides deep within them.
Those who only look at someone’s past and judge them by that
does not know the human being. Because
human beings never stay the same. We
should judge a person by who they will be, not who they were. Who a person will be depends upon their hope.
Some people hate themselves because they belong to a group
of the hated. We need to open their eyes
to show them the love of God, who holds the hated and restores them. The outcast should never believe
society. But society’s lies strike the
heart, and beat it.
When I was young my zeal for God that I prayed, “Squeeze out
my life like juice from pulp.” When God
answered my prayer I realized I had nothing left. Then God stared to use me.
The people who tell you to slow down, to be wise, to be
cautious are fools. Unless we jump into
action, we will never do anything.
It is almost always better to ask forgiveness than
permission. (But don’t tell my kids
that.)
Silence is my garden and gardens nurture my soul. It wasn’t until I had vanquished my youthful
energy that I understood this.
One of the greatest loves I have been able to give is to
look into the eyes of a grieving person, listen to her sorrow and say, “I’m
sorry. I’m sorry this had to happen to
you.” Yes, she will weep. But I know it is the beginning of healing.
I am an arrogant son of a bitch (sorry, mom). I manipulate people because I think I know
what’s better for them than they do. I
am full of pride. But I also really care
about people. I don’t know, in any given
moment, if I am blessed or damned.
Probably somewhere in the middle.
I gave the poorest of the poor more than I had. I probably gave to my children less than they
deserved. I know that I often had nothing left to give to my wife. Some call me a saint. It is my wife who is the saint. I’m just working.
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