Friday, February 04, 2005

Heh heh heh.

I was sitting outside our coffee shop, and a very pretty girl came walking past. She stopped, and gave me that "ohmigod, I haven't seen you forever!!" look. Then she stared, and tried to speak two or three times. I said "Hello!"

"I'm sorry, but you look extraordinarily familiar..."

"..."

"Except you're dressed like an Amish..."

"...Quaker."

"Whatever, it's still extraordinarily weird..."

The she turned around and almost ran away.

It was...extraordinary.


Just one last word on my last post...I wanted to put two oft-quoted passages that cannot be quoted often enough...

"Even as a tree has a single trunk but many branches and leaves, so there is one true and perfect religion, but it becomes many religions as it passes through the human medium. The one Religion is beyond all speech. Imperfect men and women put it into such language as they can command and their words are interpreted by others equally imperfectly. Hence the necessity of tolerance, which does not mean indifference to one's own faith, but a more intelligent and purer love for it. True knowledge of religion breaks down barriers between faith and faith."

- Mahatma Gandhi

"The humble , meek, merciful, just, pious and devout souls are everywhere of one religion; and when death has taken off the masks, they will know one another, though the divers liveries they wear here make them strangers."

- William Penn

and, gosh, it's nice whenever we don't have to wait until death for a few masks to come down.

2 comments:

Larry Clayton said...

Thanks for those beautiful quotes Amanda; I've been trying to say that to people for years.

In a few minutes my wife and I go to play tennis with another well loved couple. But the other day when I stated my faith in a few words, Shirley said, "that's not enough". For years we've enjoyed one another's company, prayed together, etc., but without mention of theology.

But it happened at a dinner with three couples, and she heard some things from me that she disapproved. Pray for her and me and everyone.

Much blessing to you, my dear girl.

Lorcan said...

Thy story reminds me of the story of my friend Sylvie, i told thee about. She asked her grandmother where nuns come from and was told, "they are called by God". From then on when she passed a church or convent she'd jam her thumbs in her ears and run.
Some... many are afraid that the may be called and miss all the fun, not understanding the difference between joy and fun perhaps?
Thy pal
lor