Saturday, March 17, 2018
Thursday, March 15, 2018
Friday, March 9, 2018
Sunday, March 4, 2018
Queen Marie of Romania
Referring to mankind's spiritual destiny, Baha'u'llah spoke of the time when, "...should a woman who is unsurpassed in her beauty and adorned with the most exquisite and priceless jewels, travel unveiled and alone, from the east of the world to the west thereof, passing through every land and journeying in all countries, there would be such a standard of justice, trustworthiness and faith on the one hand, and lack of treachery and degradation on the other, that no one would be found who would wish to rob her of her possessions or to cast a treacherous and lustful eye upon her beauteous chastity!"
Friday, March 2, 2018
Thursday, March 1, 2018
Saturday, February 24, 2018
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Saturday, February 10, 2018
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
Monday, February 5, 2018
Thursday, February 1, 2018
Friday, January 26, 2018
A JEW, A CHRISTIAN, A MUSLIM AND A BAHA'I...
Four people were driving in a car when it was hit by a truck, All four died and went to heaven.
The keeper of the gate said to the four people:
"Before I can let you in, you must answer one question".
The Jew immediately walks up to St. Peter and says he will would like to be first.
So St. Peter asks him: “Who is the most recent Prophet of God?"
The Jew says, “That’s easy, it is Moses.
St. Peter tells the Rabbi to return to earth to do some independent research.
A Christian preacher then walks up, and St. Peter asks him: Tell me, who is the most recent Prophet of God?”
The preacher proudly answers…"It is Jesus! He was the only begotten Son of God.”
St. Peter shakes his head and returns the preacher to earth…
The Muslim steps forward, and St. Peter asks him the same question.
”Muhammad, may peace be upon Him!” he shouts.
“No! You must go do some Independent research.”
Meanwhile, a Baha’i is thinking...”I can nail this!”
The Baha’i walks up…St. Peter smiles at him, the Bahá'í grins back…St. Peter Nods, the grinning Baha’i nods back…
Then St. Peter asks: “Can you spell Huququ'lláh?"
Monday, January 22, 2018
Sunday, January 21, 2018
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
“All prejudices, whether of religion, race, politics or nation, must be renounced, for these prejudices have caused the world’s sickness. It is a grave malady which, unless arrested, is capable of causing the destruction of the whole human race. Every ruinous war, with its terrible bloodshed and misery, has been caused by one or other of these prejudices.” – ‘Abdu’l-Bahá, Paris Talks
Monday, January 15, 2018
This image was taken on Dec. 16, 2017 at 10:12 PST (1:12 p.m. EST), as Juno performed its tenth close flyby of Jupiter. At the time the image was taken, the spacecraft was about 8,453 miles (13,604 kilometers) from the tops of the clouds of the planet at a latitude of 27.9 degrees south. LINK
Friday, January 12, 2018
Thursday, January 11, 2018
During the cool summer evenings, the chief's nephew would go down the narrow piece of land, jetting out into the ocean, to feed eagles. The other villagers called him lazy when he went off to gaze at the skies rather than help dry salmon for the approaching winter. Only his grandmother believed in her heart that he would prove himself one day.
When the village became short of food, the uncle decided to move everyone, except his nephew, to the Euchlegan Rivers further north.
The nephew, now lonely and without food, watched as an eagle flew out to the spit. As he watched, the eagle released his tight hold on a salmon.
He stumbled on rocks as he quickened his pace to get to the food. The nephew burst with joy when more eagles came with offerings for him.
Meanwhile, the uncle did not fare well. There were no Euchlegan in the rivers.
As they returned to the nephew they all noticed his strength from being well fed. He offered food to them. In return they gladly offered their wealth to him. He became a much respected man in the village which filled his grandmother with much happiness.
Saturday, December 30, 2017
MY LAGAN LOVE
Where Lagan stream sings lullaby
There blows a lily fair
The twilight gleam is in her eye
The night is on her hair
And like a love-sick lennan-shee
She has my heart in thrall
Nor life I owe nor liberty
For love is lord of all.
And sometimes when the beetle's horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto her shielding lorn
And through the dooring peep.
There on the cricket's singing stone,
She spares the bogwood fire,
And hums in sad sweet undertones
The song of heart's desire
Friday, December 22, 2017
I once moved into an apartment a few doors down from a retirement home. Every morning at 10, I watched from my window an old man walking around the block. One day I introduced myself, and we began walking regularly together, and we became friends.
I hadn’t seen the old New England shipbuilder for a while, and when I finally ran into him on the sidewalk he was crying. He said that he couldn’t remember my name, and he didn’t want me to think badly of him. Dementia was obviously setting in.
I asked him to sit with me on the bench nearby, where I told him not to worry, as I was sure he knew my name, but just couldn’t recall it. I also said that the day may come when he couldn’t remember me at all, and I would still consider him my friend because our real friendship was of spirit.
A broad smile appeared on his face, and his eyes twinkled through his tears, and he said to me: “Thanks, Joe.”
We had a great laugh.