In her book, Passionate Presence, Catherine Ingram quotes from the Bhagavad Gita:
If you want to be brave, look at those who forgive. If you want to see the heroic, look at those who can love in return for hatred.
If you are having a reading day, may the words you read inspire your thoughts. Happy Saturday.
Sunday was a great learning day for me. The sermon was about the reconciliation of the biblical twin brothers, Jacob and Esau, who had been estranged for twenty years due to Jacob sneakily stealing Esau’s birthright from their father, Isaac, and Esau threatening to kill his brother because of it.
Jacob eventually decided to seek out his twin and make amends; not to just offer his apologies but to see him face to face even though the prospective meeting weighed heavily on him. Here is what the pastor said: “Communication can happen in a lot of different ways, but relationships happen face-to-face.” Isn’t that a heart stirring statement? Just think about it…the awesomeness of a face-to-face reconciliation after months or years of estrangement.
Here is another statement from the sermon that stood out for me: “If there are issues within our families, with people at school or work, or even here within the Church, the path to reconciliation is one that, first, has to bring us face-to-face with God. Face-to-face. With all the exposure, and vulnerability, and demand for authenticity that implies. The simple fact is that you’ll never know peace around you until you experience peace inside you. And you’ll never experience peace inside you until you make peace with God.”
And this comment was the frosting on the cake: “Those who apologize are the bravest, those who forgive are the strongest, those who forget are the happiest.”
How wonderful to be just sitting still, peacefully listening, and have life lessons like this fall into my lap.
Apologize, forgive, forget. Amen.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, that mark our place;
and in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly…scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago we lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
loved and were loved, and now we lie in Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe;
to you from failing hands we throw the torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die we shall not sleep,
though poppies grow in Flanders fields.
Lest we forget.
The funerals I attended this past week reminded me of the many parents I know whose children predeceased them. Some were babies, some were teenagers and some in the mid-stages of life.
To my mind, the homes of the brave are the hearts of these parents. They are my heroes.