Showing posts with label have a little faith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label have a little faith. Show all posts
Thursday, December 17, 2009
“Look. I know what I believe. It’s in my soul. But I constantly tell our people: you should be convinced of the authenticity of what you have, but you must also be humble enough to say that we don’t know everything, we must accept that since we don’t know everything, we must accept that another person may believe something else.”
…One, as in the singular God. One, as in the Lord’s creation, Adam.
‘Ask yourself, “Why did God create but one man?”’ the Reb said wagging his finger. ‘Why, if he meant for there to be faiths bickering with each other, didn’t he create that from the start? He created trees, right? Not one tree, countless trees. Why not the same with man?
Because we are all from that one man – and all from that one God. That’s the message.’
‘Then why,’ I asked, ‘is the world so fractured?’
‘Well, you can look at it this way. Would you want the world to all look alike? No. The genius of life is its variety.
Even in our own faith, we have questions and answers, interpretations, debates. In Christianity, in Catholicism, in other faiths, the same thing –debates, interpretations. That is the beauty. It’s like being a musician. If you found the note, and you kept hitting that note all the time, you would go nuts. It’s the blending of the different notes that makes the music.’
‘The music of what?’
‘Of believing in something bigger than yourself.’
‘But what if someone from another faith won’t recognize yours? Or wants you dead for it?’
‘That is not faith. That is hate.’ He sighed. ‘And if you ask me, God sits up there and cries when that happens.’
‘My friends, if we tend to the things that are important in life, if we are right with those we love and behave in line with our faith, our lives will not be cursed with the aching throb of unfulfilled business. Our words will always be sincere, our embraces will be tight. We will never wallow in the agony of ‘I could have, I should have.’ We can sleep in a storm. “And when it’s time, our good-byes will be complete.’
Life is no brief candle to me; it is a sort of splendid torch which I've got hold of for the moment and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handling it on to future generations. -George Bernard Show
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