The Thread Between Many Colors

Holy words. I never realize I skip its contents until I’ve been without for a few days. The resolution of my need does not straight away give me peace. So, I keep thinking back. There is no other likely source that replenishes me, but why not? I trust in it. Why? … Because it has never failed me. Why should the unsuccessful nature of a cause matter as displeasure potentially shapes good character? Because I do well on my own to create such disaster and there is a necessity for reliable stability. These Words: guide me when I fault, show where to keep my heart, what is beneficial for my body, what consists in good relationships, teach family dynamics, help me understand human behavior, lessons on how to be in the world, appreciate things unseen, more beyond comprehension. I am not lofty in these insinuations. It’s basic cause and effect, really. There’s no use arguing what’s best if I know the benefits of a working system.

Can this be true for others? Who am I to say that anything else giving such profits is of no significance? I know Richard Wurmbrand’s words to God, “Your laws are unjust” as my own. Unequal reactions to unequal circumstances cannot come from or be directed by equal laws. So the holy laws must be unequal to be just. People governed according to their choices? According to their individual nature? According to the unborn heart? Does a law need to be just to be followed? Governmentally, no. Spiritually, no. Wurmbrand suggests there is something more to be learned. Somewhere beyond the “I’m a good person” identity. I fall back to love and empathy as my resolve for it all. I want to say that following the holy Words is what’s best for others, but I can’t say that with complete confidence. After all, Judas was also a disciple of Christ. Yet, any Great Betrayer still has an important role in the design. I could say without a doubt that Christ will always lead you to where you need to be. 

Aside from an enormous complexity with no one man comprehending it all, I do believe in dedication to where we keep our trust. It’s a beginning that defines the present and claims the future. It’s not a matter to be invested lightly. It’s an ambition selected by one affecting all. 

A Share of Diaries

Empathy and pity share a difference of definition. Balanced properly, empathy has been a strength to me where pity leaves me ravenous to helplessness. Somehow in the embodiment comes transformation. Affection toward sorrow sees no end of it. 

“You see, Pity is like an animal. An animal from which one can make great demands—but must not ask too much. The best of dogs can go mad. Pity is powerful and devouring.  I don’t know why we always think of it as something rather sniveling and silly. One of the strongest passions of men—that’s what it is. At that time I thought I should be eaten up by it. Pride, envy, anger, even lust, the seven deadly sins, were just a chorus howling their pain. Like a pack of wolves with petrol poured over them and set alight.” (Diary of a Country Priest, Georges Bernanos)