We hunger to be known and understood. We hunger to be loved. We hunger to be at peace inside our own skins. We hunger not just to be fed these things but, often without realizing it, we hunger to feed others these things because they too are starving for them. We hunger not just to be loved but to love, not just to be forgiven but to forgive, not just to be known and understood for all the good times and bad times that for better or for worse have made us who we are, but to know and understand each other to the same point of seeing that, in the last analysis, we all have the same good times, the same bad times, and that for that very reason there is no such thing in all the world as anyone who is really a stranger.
- Frederick Buechner
from Secrets in the Dark: A Life in Sermons
per-pend
:verb
:Middle English, from Latin perpendere: from per- thoroughly + pendere: to weigh |
15th century
transitive verb : to reflect on carefully :PONDER
"It seems to me negligent, if after we have been confirmed in the faith, we do not strive to understand what we believe."
—St. Anselm (1033-1109)
Monday, July 16, 2007
No Strangers
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