New Day, New Age

A. Unabashed Pacifist:

It is never peace that comes via war, only surrender and domination – usually a formula for revenge.

B. Unabashed Christian:

Holy One,
I love mornings, rising when it’s still dark and then seeing the gradual emerging of the light, hearing birds as they greet the new day as if it might be their last – full of songs of praise and gratitude.

I love the daytime, so much movement, activity, creativity and interaction, hunting and gathering the necessities of life – with an occasional luxury – enjoying the fruits of our activity.

I love the night, when the sun’s light has faded in the sky and we seek shelter from the cold and dark, and find it in the warmth and bright faces of family and friends, and the comfort and love of enfolding arms, including yours.
Amen

C. Unquoting Jesus:

“Mine is a new age movement, absolutely.”

[Perhaps something very close to it, but He didn't say this.]

D. Blog/Parable:

"Beyond the measure of the mind..."

A young scholar decided never to speak or write of God. "After all," she reasoned, "words are but symbols made by humans, and no limited human words can describe a real divinity."

At the height of her academic career, she ceased speaking or writing at all. "Logically," she had concluded, "communication with words always fails. Their use results either in misunderstanding or lies."

Years later, when she lay dying in a home for the "incompetent," another patient kissed her forehead. He told a nurse that the woman had smiled.