Thank you for laying out the debate of political labels so well. In order for all sides to agree on terms, we first need a bridge between our hearts to at least love one another as enemies of conscience.
Love is not against itself either. Whether it meets pain or hatred, its essence never changes nor does our awareness of it if we choose to make the hater more important in our heart, understanding their blindness. But love's expression is wise and meets the moment in the world. Others determine how much love can be expressed for them publicly, as you said, touching too close to a soul wound.
Loving them in essence requires a suneidesis that does not set up illusory borders to keep our love for our own circle. As names of light in the singularity of Name, we are already free from all borders, but we need to expose our own blind parts by building our own house of knowledge.
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This is the wisdom that the Christian stories can bring to men even when are not Christian. Thanks.
We’re all just beggars at the eternal banquet..
Also, workers in the vineyard
Yes, either way, we sit at the back of the church and hope the Lord invites us to sit closer to the front.
Interesting. I'll have to read this again (when I'm not cooking). I'd like to map out your concept(s) here.
Reading while cooking, what greater compliment is there.
😹😹😹 multi-tasking is my middle name
I look forward to finishing this 😊
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Thank you for laying out the debate of political labels so well. In order for all sides to agree on terms, we first need a bridge between our hearts to at least love one another as enemies of conscience.
https://open.substack.com/pub/georgeallenbooks/p/bridges-that-do-not-collapse?r=4pmgma&utm_medium=ios
Love is not against itself either. Whether it meets pain or hatred, its essence never changes nor does our awareness of it if we choose to make the hater more important in our heart, understanding their blindness. But love's expression is wise and meets the moment in the world. Others determine how much love can be expressed for them publicly, as you said, touching too close to a soul wound.
Loving them in essence requires a suneidesis that does not set up illusory borders to keep our love for our own circle. As names of light in the singularity of Name, we are already free from all borders, but we need to expose our own blind parts by building our own house of knowledge.