A great article from the Washington Post: On Faith -
In a Pew Forum survey released Tuesday, atheists and agnostic surpass all other groups in their knowledge of religion. How do you explain this? Educational level? That they have given more consideration to the religions they have rejected?
My freshman year in college I took a philosophy course from a professor who began by announcing that no textbooks would be used in his class. Plenty of books were required, however. “I want you to come out of this course with the beginnings of a good library,” the professor told us. “and textbooks have no place in such a library. Nothing in the world has less value than a used textbook.”
“Make each book your own,” he exhorted, “by annotating and footnoting and indexing it for yourself.”
I have been enlightened through my readings tonight. He has caused my thoughts to wonder and raise questions concerning our(my previous) beliefs - namely, why we believe things we believe, and why we make doctrine out of opinion, etc.
More specific thoughts to come on this tomorrow. I must first accomplish the next item on my to-do list: sleep.
“The God who has become incarnate in human flesh is found, first and foremost, not in meditation and monasteries, albeit God is found there, but in our homes. As Nikos Kazantzakis puts it: “Where you find husband and wife, that’s where you find God; wherever children and petty cares and cooking and arguments and reconciliation are, that is where God is too.” The God of the incarnation is more domestic than monastic.”—Ronald Rolheiser, The Holy Longing
“If I am a scholar, then where is my library?
If I am an activist, then who are the people I liberate?
If I am a writer, then where is the manuscript?
If I am a mystic, then where is my cave?
If I am a lover, then who is my love?”—
__ adding this guy to the list of people Steven and I plan to have coffee and a conversation with.
“Give me courage to be fully alive today
To embrace this moment with destiny
To choose life, make beauty and risk love
with every thought
in every touch
with every word
in every act
with every breath…
in grateful submission
to the mystery
of being and belonging
to this people
“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”—Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
My fingertips need to type; need to release some energy/emotions/words. It’s been a while. It’s funny how life controls you. We like to think we’re in charge.
Steven had to work this morning. It took me so long to get my eyes open. I toasted a cranberry-orange muffin for him that I brought home from Savery (yes, ‘Savery’ with an “e” not an “o”) yesterday and made him some coffee for the road. The hugs and kisses that take place as we make our way to the door to say ‘goodbye’ are the saddest. Each day, the same routine. Two lovers being pulled apart to go about the day’s tasks. I don’t think it will ever get old. He would agree. At least, we don’t want to let it get old. We don’t for a second want to take each other for granted; to forget what it’s like to love, really love. Each moment we have together is special, even the mundane.
We were texting after he left but I fell asleep. Mom woke me up with a phone call at 10:30 a.m. I helped her work on a funeral program for my Nenaw’s funeral tomorrow. Afterwards, I toasted a cranberry-orange muffin for myself. No coffee for me though. Perhaps I’ll have some when he gets home. Coffee tastes better in good company.
I need to read my Bible.
I need to wash dishes.
I need to take a shower.
He’ll be home soon. We have to go to the viewing tonight from 6-8 p.m. and the funeral is tomorrow at 2 p.m. One of my best friends from high school is coming from Asheville tonight to sing at my grandmother’s funeral tomorrow, she also sang at our wedding… Steven is singing and playing his guitar as well. Nenaw loved hearing him sing.
I think I found something to wear tonight. I’m still not sure though. We need to go shopping. We can’t wait for winter. We love winter-wear. I’m ready for our New York trip. It’s a bit over two months away! It’s going to be soooo cold there. He always keeps me warm. Even in the frozen food section at Walmart.
And I set my heart to seek and search out by wisdom concerning all that is done under heaven; this burdensome task God has given to the sons of man, by which they may be exercised… And I set my heart to know wisdom and to know madness and folly.