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لا تكون رحلة النضوج هذه سهلة أبدا , بل إنها تشبه أحيانا احتراقا داخليا, ألم عظيم و مشقة ليست أثل من ألم و مشقة و معاناة الولادة,و ليست أقل قداسة في الوقت نفسه, فتغيير الذات مخاض عسير و صامت , الصراخ معه لا يجدي كما قد ينفع مع آلام المخاض الاعتيادي , بل هو يحتاج إلى صبر دؤوب و اصطبار حقيقي و متابعة لهذا الصير و ذلك الاصطبار ... و ينتج من ذلك كله معاناة حقيقية هي في جوهرها احتراق حقيقي , وصولا إلى النضوج ..إلى التغيير ↗
The more we believe that God hurts only to heal, the less we can believe that there is any use in begging for tenderness. A cruel man might be bribed...But suppose that what you are up against is a surgeon whose intentions are wholly good. The kinder and more conscientious he is, the more inexorably he will go on cutting. If he yielded to your entreaties, if he stopped before the operation was complete, all the pain up to that point would have been useless. But is it credible that such extremities of torture should be necessary for us? Well, take your choice. The tortures occur. If they are unnecessary, then there is no God or a bad one. If there is a good God, then these tortures are necessary. For no even moderately good Being could possibly inflict or permit them if they weren't. Either way, we're for it. ↗
Tal was looking at Hank when he said, "Just a moment. I want to hear it one more time." As they watched, Bernice found her way to Hank and Mary. She began to week openly, and spoke some quiet but impassioned words to them. Hank and Mary listened, as did the others nearby, and as they listened, they began to smile. They put their arms around her, they told her about Jesus, and then they began to weep as well. Finally, as the saints were gathered and Bernice was surrounded with loving arms, Hank said the words, "Let's pray... ↗
يمكن للصلاة عندما تكون حقا صلاة , أن تكون خبزنا , لأنها ستعلمنا كيف نكون ناضجين بما فيه الكفاية لنصنع خبزنا بأنفسنا , الصلاة هي خبزنا الحقيقي لأنها ستجعلنا راشدين بما فيه الكفاية لنزرع قمحنا و نسقيه و نرعاه و من ثم نحصده لنطحنه و نأكل خبزنا من صنع أيدينا. ↗
I must not forget that these coarsely-clad little peasants are of flesh and blood as good as the scions of the gentlest genealogy; and that the germs of native excellence, refinement, intelligence, kind feeling, are as likely to exist in their hearts as in those of the best born. My duty will be to develop these germs: surely I shall find some happiness in discharging that office. ↗
He dumped its contents out on the tablecloth: a gold ring, a gold nugget, and a gold signet seal. Francisco pointed to each. I told you that this was the secret of happiness. The three objects belonged to a rich collector. When he was asleep they argued all the time. The gold ring declared it was better than the other two because miners had risked their lives to find it. The gold signet said it was better than the other two because it had sealed the messages of a king. They argued day and night, until the ring said. ‘Lets ask God’, He will decide which of us is the best. The other two agreed, and so they approached the Almighty. Each made its claim for being superior. God listened carefully, and when they were done, he said, ‘ I cant settle your dispute, I’m sorry. The gold signet seal grew angry ‘What do you mean, you cant settle it? You’re God.’ That’s the problem said God. I don’t see a ring, a nugget and a seal. All I see is gold. ↗
The foolish of God is wiser than men; and the weakness of god is stronger than men. For ye see your calling, brethren, how that may not many wise men after the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called, but God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath choses the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty. And bade things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are. ↗
Tomorrow she’d look up tattoo removal. They were doing big things with lasers now. When Cal was just a little more stable, she’d break up with him, gently, and then she’d begin her project of helping everybody she could help, and after that she’d head out on a great long journey to absolutely nowhere and write a gorgeous poem cycle steeped in heavenly lavender-scented closure and also utter despair, a poem cycle you could also actually ride for its aerobic benefits, and she’d pedal that fucker straight across the face of the earth until at some point she’d coast right off the edge, whereupon she’d giggle and say, “Oh, shit. ↗
Those who fervently love God are intoxicated by His warmth and live out their addiction like moths drawn to a flame. ↗
