The Sorrow Of God Lies

When I Get Honest, I Admit I Am A Bundle Of Paradoxes. I Believe And I Doubt, I Hope And Get Discouraged, I Love And I Hate, I Feel Bad About Feeling Good, I Feel Guilty About Not Feeling Guilty. I Am Trusting And Suspicious. I Am Honest And I Still Play Games. Aristotle Said I Am A Rational Animal; I Say I Am An Angel With An Incredible Capacity For Beer.

Charles De Foucauld, The Found Of The Little Brothers Of Jesus, Wrote A Single Sentence That's Ahad A Profound Impact On My Life. He Said, "the One Thing We Owe Absolutely To God Is Never To Be Afraid Of Anything." Never To Be Afraid Of Anything, Even Death, Which, After All, Is But That Final Breakthrough Into The Open, Waiting, Outstretched Arms Of Abba.

We Should Be Astonished At The Goodness Of God, Stunned That He Should Bother To Call Us By Name, Our Mouths Wide Open At His Love, Bewildered That At This Very Moment We Are Standing On Holy Ground.

Hope Knows That If Great Trials Are Avoided Great Deeds Remain Undone And The Possibility Of Growth Into Greatness Of Soul Is Aborted.

While The Impostor Draws His Identity From Past Achievements And The Adulation Of Others, The True Self Claims Identity In Its Belovedness. We Encounter God In The Ordinariness Of Life: Not In The Search For Spiritual Highs And Extraordinary, Mystical Experiences But In Our Simple Presence In Life.