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Not to worry. Someone, half a generation ahead of me,Thank you reen, i appreciate that
…Let’s see. Is there a chagrined smiley here that i can use? Wait, maybe this will doFor here i was thinking i might be helping to guide you to a fuller understanding of Christian teachings on suffering (by pointing you to writings by CS Lewis and JPII, etc) but instead it turns out you probably could have written the book on it yourself
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told me - when I was age 30, to never make assumptions
about another’s knowledge base, and life accomplishments.
That information has saved me more chagrined moments
than I can count.
One of my favorites, in this regard, was my assessment of
this Judaic prayer book, in terms of the commentaries that appeared in same.
I noted the author’s name, and thought:
“I bought this used edition of this work, printed decades ago.”
“I wish that this man was better known.”
Imagine my chagrin, when I found out that this man had been -
the Chief Rabbi, of the British Empire.
That’s like reading Shakespeare, and wondering why he isn’t more well-known. http://bestsmileys.com/nono/9.gif
I smile, when someone offers a Zen tale.
In early July, I had given my own rendition of a Zen tale,
complete with an illustration that I had made, to accompany same.
I began reading Eastern works, at age 32.
quote: reen12, from another thread
My favorite human being, from the past, is the Hasidic Reb, Zusia.Reflection: Detachment
There is an ancedote, well known to those who have
an interest in Zen. It has, as well, I think, application
to the Christian life, because it has to do with detachment,
and the interior discipline required to achieve same.
Two monks, an elder and a disciple, were
walking along a road. The rains had been heavy,
and their path was a sea of mud.
Looking ahead, they saw a young woman, distressed,
looking at the road that she wished to cross. The elder monk
increased his step, and was soon standing beside her.
“May I help?” he asked, bowing deeply.
The woman nodded, gratefully, and the elder monk
picked her up and carried her across the road.
Later, when the two monks had continued some way,
the younger monk appeared agitated. When he was
asked what was troubling him, the younger monk blurted out:
“Master, it is written and it is held, that monks are to
have nothing to do with women. Yet you carried that
woman across the road.”
The elder monk replied:
"I left her back there. Are you still carrying her?
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This is one of my favorite ancedotes, for it teaches so much
in a brief form.
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Zusia had such a simple heart, as did Francis.
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Best,
reen