in his essay "A Body of Broken Bones," Thomas Merton says that the opposite of hatred is not immediately love, but something more fundamental: "It is a prior commandment, to believe. The root of Christian love is not the will to love, but the faith that one is loved."
what function does this sort of love ("irrespective of one's worth!") serve in our lives? I have to reckon that it creates space: it flashes visions in the sky, and draws us upwards into improvement.
God is a blossoming Springtime in the southeast: cool mornings, warm sunlight, after-storm humidity and the break in the clouds. God is gilded trees, lit against a receding storm cloud.
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