All this is flashy rhetoric about loving you.
I never had a selfless thought since I was born.
I am mercenary and self-seeking through and through:
I want God, you, all friends, merely to serve my turn.
Peace, re-assurance, pleasure, are the goals I seek,
I cannot crawl one inch outside my proper skin:
I talk of love —a scholar’s parrot may talk Greek—
But, self-imprisoned, always end where I begin.
Only that now you have taught me (but how late) my lack.
I see the chasm. And everything you are was making
My heart into a bridge by which I might get back
From exile, and grow man. And now the bridge is breaking.
For this I bless you as the ruin falls. The pains
You give me are more precious than all other gains.
“Lord, make me an instrument of your peace; where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; and where there is sadness, joy.”—St. Francis of Assisi
"Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth." (Matthew 5:5)
"Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God." (5:9)
"You have heard that it had been said: An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. But I say unto you, that you resist not evil: but whosoever shall smite you on your right cheek, turn to him the other also." (5:38)
"…Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.” (5:43-44)
The Words of the Disciples:
“Recompense to no man evil for evil.” (Romans 12:17)
"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, long-suffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance." (Galatians 5: 22-23)
How much more obvious must God be about how Christians should deal with violence? How much more obvious must He be to get it into our thick skulls that we are to be peacemakers, not warmongers? Peace can never be achieved through violence. He makes it perfectly clear that the Way is a Way of peace, gentleness, and love - never violence, never hatred. And yet many “Christians” in my own life continue to condone exactly what the Way is not.
So help me God, that I do not become bitter, that I embrace your teachings of love and mercy and grace towards both those who love me and those who might persecute me. It is so very hard in this incredibly confused place.
Everybody cares, everybody understands. Yes, everybody cares about you. Yeah, and whether or not you want them to. It’s a chemical embrace that kicks you in the head To a pure synthetic sympathy that infuriates you totally And a quiet lie that makes you want to scream and shout.
You say you mean well. You don’t know what you mean.
Sometimes I feel as though the amount of shampoo in my bottle seems to be fluctuating outside of my control. One shower I’ll think, “That looks emptier than it should be…” and the next, “Wow! I haven’t used much shampoo at all.” It’s all very confusing.
But for some reason I doubt it’s some elaborate practical joke, someone taking a bit out or putting a bit more in before each of my showers. I think it’s my imagination.