J.S. Park



Anonymous asked:

I find it difficult to pray for my enemies. I mean, it’s obvious that it wasn’t meant to be easy, but, Jesus instructed us to. What I find most difficult about that instruction is, where do I draw the line with praying whether or not God gives unto my enemies 10x what they did to me (if that’s even biblical at all?) Most importantly, HOW, do I pray for them?


When God says, “Love your enemies,” every single person in the world has a story of why that can’t possibly happen. 

If you and I were to sit face to face across a table over coffee, and you were to explain your story, I would be tempted to agree.  Most times I am tempted to get in a car and go Tony Jaa all over that guy who hurt you.

Here’s the thing: when we use the word

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Make Space for Joy

“Having more joy does not necessarily require a life overhaul – you may just need to create more space in your life for moments of joy.”    ~Debrena Jackson Gandy

Unusual

the dream I had

the night before

reminded me

of what I’m doing here

“I don’t have a choice,” I said,

to the unruly group

I had been left to deal with.

“I’m forced into this; you’ll know what I mean one day,”

I said

feeling it truly

 

But then an older man

came right up

into my space

wagged his finger

in front of my face

“You say you don’t have a choice?

You DO have a choice!”

he said.

I love being in touch with God so clearly

that sometime in my day

the dream comes back to play

again

to play back and tell me

the answer.

Impasse

A road or a passage

having no exit

a cul-de-sac

free dictionary.com!

the road less traveled

but once departed

circles round and round

like a yellow brick road

where the munchkins sing

as they watch you skip

dizzily along

cycling

circling into eternity

so

feeling you are getting nowhere

suddenly

you are here

Cold Day Coffee Afternoon

Many words

much idealized

pretended

ego self

 

as if a Hildegard of Bengin

lies inside

or a Mozart

and nobody gets the music

or hears the harmonies

until two hundred years has past

 

one million likes

for a dead woman’s soul?

 

forgive the cursory assertion

simpleton ad nauseum

perfunctory peccadillo

residue

as the ascetic is percolated

like a cold day coffee

afternoon