H,
In this period, we will feel the days more than usual. The world has
come to a grinding halt, and we do not know when it will begin again. This is
time for us to sit back and face the ugly and well as the beautiful parts of
our soul. There is no hiding place from reflection, from looking again at the
things we are afraid to and the day in/day out necessity of truly being
ourselves.
Pretense was always too high a price to pay for being loved. The parts
of us that cannot be true can never be truly loved. There is a big and
beautiful way in which love must become everything we face and everything we
want. And this sort of love, this kindness and patience and belief and
endurance of each other, must start from the simple admission that we are not
all that.
We might even be the problem. We might be the villain, not in the story
we tell, but in the story we live. For people addicted to sin and selfishness,
this is the time for that unique and effective full moral inventory of the way
we have lived against the way we ought to live. And this will make us better,
not at first and not at once, but finally.
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