Thought you’d somehow GET LUCKY To undo the WASTED YEARS I guess they were just HIGH HOPES Cause today we’re POLES APART The hour you left this ORDINARY WORLD Sparked the end of GOOD TIMES Now you're sailing IN ANOTHER LAND MILES BEYOND the bounds of pain I WISH YOU WERE HERE today But you’re in GOOD COMPANY anyway While I… Continue reading SHINE ON, YOU CRAZY DIAMOND
When we tear we are express the language of love; when we tear we show the remaining inhabitants of our little world that there is no shame in becoming vulnerable for our loved ones; when we tear we heal each other and ourselves; and when we tear we experience a little moment of grace. Tears are sacred; stifling them is a sacrilege. Let them speak for in that little volume they speak volumes.
Remember Jesus can come in the form of a priest, a messenger, a vulnerable stranger, an orphan, a homeless, an immigrant (from ‘shithole’ countries), and an asylum-seeking refugee. Would we be able to recognize the divine in them? Or perhaps Jesus – the man who had no place to lay his head – challenges us to receive what the stranger, the homeless, and the refugee might want to offer us. Would we?
I just had to ask myself if people today have inadvertently mastered the art of masquerading authenticity? We are so stuck up with our individualism and protecting our private spaces that we have forgotten what it is to really know the other person. Even our knowing has become superficial. We seem to have forgotten to ask the right questions to people. Even if we do our questions lack genuinety.
To arrive at a winner by any method, no matter how ridiculous that method may seem, had unfortunately taken precedence. The International Cricket Council, in ensuring a winner is found by any means possible, suggests that there can only be ONE at the top, and that sharing has no place in a competitive world. This in many ways distorts one’s understanding of competition, competitiveness, and sportsmanship.