We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.
We appealed to the conscience of the world. The world has no conscience. We have no one but ourselves.”
The fight. The struggle. The historic destiny. The return of the people. The cause: life therefore having a meaning and shape that eludes the rest of us in the endless wash of ‘What the hell are we doing here?’ In a single day, says an Israeli friend, he experiences events and emotions that would keep a Swede going for a year.
We can’t know if we laugh at ourselves for being silly or to forget that we’re not and that we are still here only by a sufferance that can be no more predicted than appeased. Like most things, probably a little of both.
And so to tame Christmas we spin myths to temper the story, we create our own caricatures to speak our own lines into the script, we gift ourselves to enhance an adventure now lagging, and we think we’re on a grand adventure when we’ve completely forgotten what an adventure is.
Other people’s heads are too wretched a place for true happiness to have its seat.
When what we say doesn’t match how we act, we are lying to ourselves.
Why did I sign up for this?’
‘Because we grow by challenging ourselves.
The gospel that has been preached in our churches has not been fair to the African continent. It has left us in a beggarly state, waiting on God for things we could produce by and for ourselves
Each person carries around in himself a terrible other world of hell and the unknown. It is an enormous pit reaching below the deepest crater of the earth, or it is the thinnest air far beyond the moon. But it is frightening and essentially “unlike
Ironically, we often fail to see that whenever we compromise ourselves to please others, we tend to lose their respect.