Beyond meditation practice, there is attitude. A beginner must learn to cultivate what is called, âthe poise of a dying manâ. What is this poise? It is the poise of knowing what is important and what is not, and of being accepting and forgiving. Anyone who has ever been at the bedside of a dying man will understand this poise. What would the dying man do if someone were to insult him? Nothing. What would the dying man do if someone were to strike him? Nothing.
As he lay there, would he scheme to become famous or wealthy? No. If someone who had once offended him were to ask him for his forgiveness would he not give it? Of course he would. A dying man knows the pointlessness of enmity. Hatred is always such a wretched feeling. Who wishes to die feeling hatred in his heart? No one. The dying seek love and peace.
You forgot to add < random oddly annotated picture > to make it look like you are not a shill.
Thank you kindly, and let me guess...... I am shilling for Trump, again?! - Yer so sharp! Must be!! The good folks in this forum will have to thank you for eons to come, I'm sure... because you keep giving them your heads-up, even unasked. What a thalassophile guy... roaring applause! When are ya gonna jump into the water? Now might just be the right time for ya sea-loving dude, right on your home-shore.
Sorry for having to leave my "dying man's poise" for a minute, y'all (rest of you folks reading this), seriously.
Finally, posters expecting others to have an agenda making others "shills" in their view, mostly neglect the view into their own mirror. Always pointing fingers at others, they forget that pointing an index finger away from their body leaves three fingers pointing back at themselves.
God, have mercy, please!
"as viewed through other nations' and peoples' lenses"
Bingo. They don't understand that this is in fact their reality check.
Now there's a concept. Until someone has personally had the revelation of comparing their daily reality to some other POV, they'll never firmly grasp whether or not 'their view' has actually become twisted and distorted to fit reality. Twisting facts until they support a predisposed view.
Instead, they dismiss anyone outside their perceived realm of expertise as "not having any skin in the game". That statement right there reveals how little they understand how the world works.
It's a real shame that the American presidential term is only four years. Eight or ten years of the leftist progressive agenda should be enough to be remembered by two or three generations of voters.
Beyond meditation practice, there is attitude. A beginner must learn to cultivate what is called, âthe poise of a dying manâ. What is this poise? It is the poise of knowing what is important and what is not, and of being accepting and forgiving. Anyone who has ever been at the bedside of a dying man will understand this poise. What would the dying man do if someone were to insult him? Nothing. What would the dying man do if someone were to strike him? Nothing.
As he lay there, would he scheme to become famous or wealthy? No. If someone who had once offended him were to ask him for his forgiveness would he not give it? Of course he would. A dying man knows the pointlessness of enmity. Hatred is always such a wretched feeling. Who wishes to die feeling hatred in his heart? No one. The dying seek love and peace.
You forgot to add < random oddly annotated picture > to make it look like you are not a shill.
Thank you kindly, and let me guess...... I am shilling for Trump, again?! - Yer so sharp! Must be!! The good folks in this forum will have to thank you for eons to come, I'm sure... because you keep giving them your heads-up, even unasked. What a thalassophile guy... roaring applause! When are ya gonna jump into the water? Now might just be the right time for ya sea-loving dude, right on your home-shore.
Sorry for having to leave my "dying man's poise" for a minute, y'all (rest of you folks reading this), seriously.
Beyond meditation practice, there is attitude. A beginner must learn to cultivate what is called, âthe poise of a dying manâ. What is this poise? It is the poise of knowing what is important and what is not, and of being accepting and forgiving. Anyone who has ever been at the bedside of a dying man will understand this poise. What would the dying man do if someone were to insult him? Nothing. What would the dying man do if someone were to strike him? Nothing.
As he lay there, would he scheme to become famous or wealthy? No. If someone who had once offended him were to ask him for his forgiveness would he not give it? Of course he would. A dying man knows the pointlessness of enmity. Hatred is always such a wretched feeling. Who wishes to die feeling hatred in his heart? No one. The dying seek love and peace.
And the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it."
~The Book of Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one (abbreviated)
And the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it."
~The Book of Armaments, chapter two, verses nine to twenty-one (abbreviated)
Given the pandemic and its interrelated crises, there is so much bad news out there that a new term has been coined: “doomscrolling.” Doomscrolling is when we move from one news feed to the next on the various formats on our devices that proclaim doom and gloom.
Our current realities, not just that there is a global health crisis, but that leaders in various settings are making choices to make matters worse, bring to mind words of one of the stanzas of Martin Luther’s hymn, “A Mighty Fortress is our God.” The first line of stanza three goes like this in translation: “Though hordes of devils fill the land all threatening to devour us….”
The challenge and opportunity for me, for us, in this season of doomscrolling seemingly relentless bad news is to trust in the hidden power of God working in, with, under, and often in spite of our circumstances.
Here again, I invoke the encouraging words of Paul in today’s second reading: “The Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but that very Spirit intercedes with sighs too deep for words. And God, who searches the heart, knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God.” (Romans 8:26ff.)
Nice thoughts, for those that doomscroll and seek out ways to upset their personal apple carts.
I guess that I am ahead of the game because I do not do news feeds. Never have and likely never will.
I suppose that I will pray for those of you who do ... if that is still allowed.
Given the pandemic and its interrelated crises, there is so much bad news out there that a new term has been coined: âdoomscrolling.â Doomscrolling is when we move from one news feed to the next on the various formats on our devices that proclaim doom and gloom.
Our current realities, not just that there is a global health crisis, but that leaders in various settings are making choices to make matters worse, bring to mind words of one of the stanzas of Martin Lutherâs hymn, âA Mighty Fortress is our God.â The first line of stanza three goes like this in translation: âThough hordes of devils fill the land all threatening to devour usâ¦.â
The challenge and opportunity for me, for us, in this season of doomscrolling seemingly relentless bad news is to trust in the hidden power of God working in, with, under, and often in spite of our circumstances.
Here again, I invoke the encouraging words of Paul in todayâs second reading: âThe Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but that very Spirit intercedes with sighs too deep for words. And God, who searches the heart, knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God.â (Romans 8:26ff.)
A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell.
Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.
An old Grandfather said to his grandson, who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice... "Let me tell you a story."
"I too, at times, have felt great hate for those who have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It's like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled with these feelings many times. "
"It is as if there are two wolves inside me; one is good and does no harm. He lives in harmony with all around him and does not take offense when no offense was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the right way."
"But...the other wolf... ah! The littlest thing will send him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all of the time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are so great. It is helpless anger, for his anger will change nothing."
"Sometimes it is hard to live with these two wolves inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit."
The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes and asked, "Which one wins, Grandfather ?"
The Grandfather smiled and quietly said, "The one I feed."
This one has been in my head for a week or so. Resonates, particularly now.
The full moon rose in glory upon the town, and all the dogs of that town began to bark at the moon.
Only one dog did not bark, and he said to them in a grave voice, âAwake not stillness from her sleep, nor bring you the moon to the earth with your barking.â
Then all the dogs ceased barking, in awful silence. But the dog who had spoken to them continued barking for silence, the rest of the night.
