Do You See What I See?

A. Unabashed Pacifist:

If big business could see the profit in it, we might have peace.

B. Unabashed Christian:

Holy One,

Even if we want to escape your love, we cannot.
Only abuse or injustice or tragedy can remove the sense of your loving presence.
Even evildoers do not remove themselves from you.
You know their hearts and their self-loathing.
Like the prodigal’s mother, your tears flow even after he returns.
Amen

C. Un-quoting Jesus:

“I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus.”

[Hard to imagine. How we’ve strayed from mother Mary kissing baby Jesus…]

D. Blog: What I See

I see dead people. They move. They breathe. They speak. They laugh and cry. They dwell upon trivia. They have no hope in this life. The Holy One loves them.

I see mean people. They criticize others. They manipulate others. They damage others. They stifle hope because they are hopeless. The Holy One loves them.

I see stupid people. They might have poor education. Their sense is uncommonly poor. They make impulsive decisions that lead to disaster. They trust politicians in TV ads. The Holy One loves them.

Of course I also see lively, creative, compassionate, highly intelligent people. The Holy One loves them no more and no less than the others I see.

I see myself mostly in the last group of people, but I probably fit in all those categories at some times. I see that the Holy One loves me, too.