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Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a great and glorious nation. Favourite amongst his subjects was the court painter of whom he was very proud. Everybody agreed this wizened old man painted the greatest pictures in the whole kingdom and the king would spend hours each day gazing at them in wonder.

However, one day a dirty and disheveled stranger presented himself at the court claiming that I fact he was the greatest painter in the land. The indignant king decreed a competition would be held between the two artists, confident it would teach the vagabond an embarrassing lesson. Within a month they were both to produce a masterpiece that would out do the other.

After thirty days of working feverishly day and night, both artists were ready. They placed their paintings, each hidden by a cloth, on easels in the great hall of the castle. As a large crowd gathered, the king ordered the cloth to be pulled first from the court artist’s easel. Everyone gasped as before them was revealed a wonderful oil painting of a table set with a feast. At its centre was an ornate silver bowl full of exotic fruits glistening moistly in the dawn light. As the crowd gazed admiringly, a sparrow perched high up on the rafters of the hall swooped down and hungrily tried to snatch one of the grapes from the painted bowl only to hit the canvas and fall down dead with shock at the feet of the king.

‘Aha!’ exclaimed the king. ‘My artist has produced a painting so wonderful it has fooled Nature herself, surely you must agree that he is the greatest painter who ever lived!’ But the vagabond said nothing and stared solemnly at his feet. ‘Now, pull the blanket from your painting and let us see what you have for us,’ cried the king. But the tramp remained motionless and said nothing. Growing impatient, the king stepped forward and reached out to grab the blanket only to freeze in horror at the last moment.

‘You see,’ said the tramp quietly, ‘there is no blanket covering the painting. This is actually just a painting of a cloth covering a painting. And whereas your famous artist is content to fool Nature, I’ve made the king of the whole country look like a bit of a twat.’

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We are asleep to our unconscious motivations, and these motivations mask our true self. In essence we are hiding. And the wound in our soul remains unhealed, infecting every aspect of our lives. We are so asleep to our reality that we don’t know we are hiding behind the masks of our false self. In our slumber we are unable to distinguish between what is true and what is false. These masks become so familiar to us, they become a part of our very identity.
— Phileena Heuertz, ‘Pilgrimage of a Soul,’ page 19.
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Jul
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bethanyhamm:

Please. Oh. Please. Can I ride in this some day??

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bethanyhamm:

Please. Oh. Please. Can I ride in this some day??

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Jul
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For many traditional women or persons of imposed powerlessness, the invitation to die is all the more problematic. From a human-development-theory approach, traditional teaching of self-sacrifice and nonassertiveness when one is transitioning from the interpersonal to the institutional stage only serves to repress one from reaching her or his full potential—or the abundant life of which Jesus so often spoke. Teaching that emphasizes assertiveness, empowerment and self-development aids the transition. I think this is why men traditionally make this transition with fewer impediments. Historically, in most cultures, boys are afforded this support while girls receive a message that reinforces subordination, dependence and self-effacing, which traps them in the interpersonal stage and prevents them from progressing to the institutional stage. Under these circumstances, girls too often grow up to be women without a proper sense of self to freely sacrifice. Rather than force women to choose between self-preservation and the church, can we not imagine a community of Christ where all are free to grow and develop into their full selfhood and unique destiny as people created in the image of God? Why on earth do we want to repress in the institution (the church) what is meant to reflect the reign of Christ?
— Phileena Heuertz, ‘Pilgrimage of a Soul,’ page 117.
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Jul
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Jul
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bethanyhamm:

A gay man at Chicago’s gay pride hugging a group of Christian men and women who had protests of apologies for the hatred the church and religious groups everywhere had for the LGBT community.
“I spent the day at Chicago’s Pride Parade. Some friends and I, with The Marin Foundation, wore shirts with ‘I’m Sorry’ written on it. We had signs that said, ‘I’m sorry that Christians judge you,’ ‘I’m sorry the way churches have treated you,’ ‘I used to be a bible-banging homophobe, sorry.’ We wanted to be an alternative Christian voice from the protestors that were there speaking hate into megaphones.”
Nathan, one of the Christian men present blogged about it here.
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bethanyhamm:

A gay man at Chicago’s gay pride hugging a group of Christian men and women who had protests of apologies for the hatred the church and religious groups everywhere had for the LGBT community.

“I spent the day at Chicago’s Pride Parade. Some friends and I, with The Marin Foundation, wore shirts with ‘I’m Sorry’ written on it. We had signs that said, ‘I’m sorry that Christians judge you,’ ‘I’m sorry the way churches have treated you,’ ‘I used to be a bible-banging homophobe, sorry.’ We wanted to be an alternative Christian voice from the protestors that were there speaking hate into megaphones.”

Nathan, one of the Christian men present blogged about it here.

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soomin:

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We are all hungry to be seen with hearts.

soomin:

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We are all hungry to be seen with hearts.

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We are better able to resist tendencies to reductionism when we are in relationships that affirm each person’s dignity and identity and when we come into those relationships confident that God is already at work in the other person.
— Heuertz and Pohl, Friendship at the Margins, p 31 (via mojodean)
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Jun
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But to define what is meant by “contemplative” threatens to obliterate the essence of the concept. If we approach the meaning of the contemplative life cerebrally, with the need to analyze, dissect and define, we have missed the gift altogether. The starting place for the contemplative life is surrender. We let go of being in control. We are rendered powerless. To be contemplative is a state of being, a posture more than something concrete of which to grab hold.
— Phileena Heuertz, ‘Pilgrimage of a Soul,’ page 15
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