Quotes for November 2003

Your Children are not Your Children

· 29 November 2003

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
And He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also
The bow that is stable.

— Kahlil Gibran

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Virtues are formed by prayer…

· 17 November 2003

Virtues are formed by prayer. Prayer preserves temperance. Prayer suppresses anger. Prayer prevents emotions of pride and envy. Prayer draws into the soul the Holy Spirit, and raises man to Heaven.

— St. Ephraem

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What lies within us…

· 9 November 2003

What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

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We may give…

· 9 November 2003

We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving.

— Author unknown

Reminds me of this quote.

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Walk with those seeking Truth…

· 7 November 2003

Walk with those seeking Truth. Run from those who think they’ve found it.

— Deepak Chopra

This quote reminds of the question, “Are you saved or being saved?” It also reminds me that I am on a journey and that I will not reach the final destination in this lifetime. Once I begin to think that I have it all figured out, like separating all of the sheep from the goats, someone will move, or something will change (usually me) and mess up my nice, ordered universe.

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