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Saturday, November 16, 2024
Saturday, November 9, 2024
From a recent CNN article making the case for war:
"It doesn’t matter that strategically Ukraine’s war has so far provided the Pentagon with a comparatively cheap means of degrading its second greatest adversary at no cost to American life."
Can you imagine being Ukrainian--of whatever political persuasion or ethnicity-- reading this as your country is being destroyed and the population dies on the battlefield or is driven into exile?
Wednesday, November 6, 2024
Tuesday, November 5, 2024
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in his excellent Word!
What more can ye say than to you he has said
To you who for refuge to Jesus have fled?
Fear not, I am with thee. Oh, be not dismayed,
For I am thy God I will still give thee aid;
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand,
Upheld by my gracious, omnipotent hand.
When through fiery trials thy pathways shall lie
My grace all sufficient shall be thy supply
The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine
The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose
I will not, I will not desert to His foes
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake
Sunday, October 20, 2024
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Friday, September 27, 2024
Fox on the run
Monday, September 2, 2024
"We ought to show something greater than forgiveness in meeting the cruelties and strictures in our lives. To be hurt and forgive is saintly but far beyond this is the power to comprehend and not be hurt. This power we may have...acceptance without complaint and it should be associated with our name. We ought never to be known to complain or lament. It is not that we would "make the best of things," but that we may find in everything, even in calamity, the gems of enduring wisdom. We ought never be impatient. We ought to be as incapable of impatience as one would be of revolt. This not being so much long-suffering as quiet awareness of the forces that operate in the hours of dark or years of waiting and inactivity. Always we ought to move with the larger rhythm, the wider sweep, towards our ultimate goal, in that complete acquiescence, that perfect chord which underlies the spirit of the faith itself."
~ Bahiyyih Khanum
Saturday, August 31, 2024
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A Baha'i prayer for Thankfulness.
He is God, exalted is He, the Lord of might and grandeur!
O God, my God! I yield Thee thanks at all times and render Thee praise under all conditions.
In prosperity, all praise is Thine, O Lord of the Worlds, and in its absence, all gratitude is Thine, O Desire of them that have recognized Thee!
In adversity, all honour is Thine, O Adored One of all who are in heaven and on earth, and in affliction, all glory is Thine, O Enchanter of the hearts of those who yearn after Thee!
In hardship, all praise is Thine, O Thou the Goal of them that seek after Thee, and in comfort, all thanksgiving is Thine, O Thou whose remembrance is treasured in the hearts of those who are nigh unto Thee!
In wealth, all splendour is Thine, O Lord of them that are devoted to Thee, and in poverty, all command is Thine, O Thou the Hope of them that acknowledge Thy unity!
In joy, all glory is Thine, O Thou besides Whom there is none other God, and in sorrow, all beauty is Thine, O Thou besides Whom there is none other God!
In hunger, all justice is Thine, O Thou besides Whom there is none other God, and in satiety, all grace is Thine, O Thou besides Whom there is none other God!
In my homeland, all bounty is Thine, O Thou besides Whom there is none other God, and in exile, all decree is Thine, O Thou besides Whom there is none other God!
Under the sword, all munificence is Thine, O Thou besides Whom there is none other God, and in the safety of home, all perfection is Thine, O Thou besides Whom there is none other God!
In the lofty mansion, all generosity is Thine, O Thou besides Whom there is none other God, and upon the lowly dust, all favour is Thine, O Thou besides Whom there is none other God!
In prison, all fidelity is Thine, O Thou the Bestower of gifts, and in confinement, all eternity is Thine, O Thou Who art the ever-abiding King!
All bounty is Thine, O Thou Who art the Lord of bounty, and the Sovereign of bounty, and the King of bounty! I bear witness that Thou art to be praised in Thy doings, O Thou Source of bounty, and to be obeyed in Thy behests, O Thou Ocean of bounty, He from Whom all bounty doth proceed, He to Whom all bounty doth return!
—Bahá’u’lláh
Sunday, June 9, 2024
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Friday, May 31, 2024
And among His signs is the sublimity of His grandeur, His exalted state, His towering glory, and the shining out of His beauty above the horizon of the Prison: so that heads were bowed before Him and voices lowered, and humble were the faces that turned His way. This is a proof never witnessed in the ages gone before.
'Abdu'l-Bahá, Selections from the Writings of 'Abdu'l-Bahá
Sunday, May 26, 2024
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Friday, March 22, 2024
Beatrice-Aurore
by Harriet Löwenhjelm
In Stockholm town at Kornhamnstorg
in Hallbeck’s secondhand bookstore
I bought an ancient dream-book once
composed in days of yore.
Then I lay dreaming all last night
of Beatrice-Aurore.
She was a one time love of mine
whom I lost long before.
She stood so close, she took my hand,
she whispered: “Come to me.”
At once I understood and knew –
my only love was she.
We wandered down a linden walk,
I wept and I was sad.
The autumn leaves were wet and sere
and yet my heart was glad.
We walked and held each other’s hand.
Like children’s were our words.
And then we reached a quaint old mill
with many singing birds.
I said: “Will you be mine alone,
say, Beatrice-Aurore?”
“Then catch me if you can,” she cried
and left me at the door.
And I ran in and searched and searched
in every nook around,
and cried – but Beatrice-Aurore
was nowhere to be found.
I woke up crying bitterly
and in my heart a sting.
And in my dream-book then I searched
but there was not a thing.
Monday, March 18, 2024
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Friday, March 8, 2024
The Martyrdom of Táhirih (The Pure One)
Garden of Ilkhani in Tehran
Táhirih was arrested in 1852 and sentenced to death by the Shah of Iran for teaching a new religion which included the principle of the equality of men and women.
"You can kill me as soon as you like, but you cannot stop the emancipation of women", Táhirih responded.
Dressed in white silk, she had prepared for her death with fasting and prayers. She was strangled with a silk handkerchief and then thrown into a well, later filled with stones and dirt.
Saturday, March 2, 2024
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The Paradox in the Greatness of Humility
When I see athletes, politicians, performers, or anyone who swells with pride at their influence, power or achievement, I think the story of the raindrop by the 13th Century Persian poet Saadi.
'From a lofty cloud this pure drop of rain began its descent. Soon it became conscious of its own qualities, so with pride it told itself "I am the water of life. All existence depends on me." Swollen with self-admiration and pride, suddenly it looked down and saw the vast ocean beneath it. Dumbfounded, it said, "By God, if that is water, then who am I?" Filled with remorse and utter humility, it fell on the ocean. The mighty ocean, with admiration and love, embraced the drop and made it the companion of the pearl.'
From: The Tamed Phoenix. by Darius Shahrokh. published in Windows to the Past 1992
Wednesday, January 31, 2024
The world is in travail, and its agitation waxeth day by day. Its face is turned towards waywardness and unbelief. Such shall be its plight, that to disclose it now would not be meet and seemly. Its perversity will long continue. And when the appointed hour is come, there shall suddenly appear that which shall cause the limbs of mankind to quake. Then, and only then, will the Divine Standard be unfurled, and the Nightingale of Paradise warble its melody.
Bahá’u’lláh: Gleanings from the Writings of Bahá’u’lláh, p. 118