I haven't been doing much writing on the blog lately. Its not writers block. More like: writers "wet feet." Let me explain: whenever I write or say something the words take a stand in one direction or another. Whether I mean them to or not. My friend Justin was recently explaining to me that he was really starting to appreciate being selective with his words. I share his sentiment.
But then there are stories and photographs. A perspective and a message that invoke a response. An invitation to the hearer, or viewer, to engage their mind and heart and find truth for themselves.
The king gave St. Cuthbert of Lindisfarne a beautiful horse because he was limp and aging. As Cuthbert rode the horse down the road he saw a ragged beggar, and gave him the horse. Word soon got back to the king and he was angry with Cuthbert. "I gave you a magnificent horse and you squandered it on a worthless beggar," screamed the king, "I should have given you a sorry old mare."
"Ah, my beloved king," says Cuthbert, "you value the son of a thoroughbred more than you value a son of God." [story borrowed and adapted from a Brennan Manning book]
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