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& Love Is the Thing, Even if I Want to Judge
If you, LORD, kept a record of sins, Lord, who could stand? But with you there is forgiveness, so that we can, with reverence, serve you. ~ Psalm 130:3-4
I’m working on not being so judgmental. I wonder why I judge people, what the need is to reckon another person’s rectitude with God. It’s a dangerous path I walk when I judge. But it feels so good to pronounce the words that condemn or belittle. I kid myself that I say it out of concern for their souls.
I’m sitting in on an RCIA program this year, and I’m learning some things I didn’t know I didn’t know. For instance, did you know that the indelible mark of Baptism on your soul made you a Christian? No, it was not accepting Jesus as your Savior, or growing up in the Church. It was Baptism.
You might not accept the fact of your Christian soul, intellectually. Or you might believe, but not obey. You might reject Christ, embarking on a path of resolute evil, and finally spend all eternity in the loneliness and desolation of hell. But in your human lifetime the mark endures. You are a Christian, adopted into the divine family of God against your will. Ha!
I love the Church. I was an ignorant cradle Catholic who wandered into adulthood poorly armored against sin, fell badly from grace, and descended into a habitual bitterness that ached physically. Years of disappointment and rage at God led me to a precipice, where grace found me teetering. Conversion erupted in me, an agonizing rebirth, exploding in the darkness of my heart almost against my will, and led me home to the Catholic religion.
Sacramental life—Eucharist, confession—put my shattered Humpty-Dumpty soul together again, so I love the sacraments passionately. The Church’s wisdom answered my questions and delighted my imagination. My resistance to faith, so great that I had for months prayed with my fist in the air, began to subside. And after much questioning and probing, I found, at last, the grace to yield and really believe.
Suddenly there were angels on my journey with me, and saints—incomparable brothers and sisters—to follow into a greater love of Jesus, of forgiveness and healing, of holiness itself. The adventure had begun in earnest, and continues to this moment, almost twenty years later.
Catholicism saved me, I tell you. This Church that is broken in some ways, is still pure, powerful, and holy in its essence. As Matthew Kelly says, “The answer to everything that is wrong with the Church, is everything that is right with the Church.” She is our mother, our family, our Lord’s body alive among us and within us. She is everything to this poor sinner, saved from her designer hell. I have been l beckoned again and again to go still further into love, the steep and demanding road home.
Yeah, Catholicism, pure and simple, means a lot to me. So I leap to judgment when I see disobedience and disrespect for proper authority within the Church. And instead of seeing my brothers and sisters in Christ, I see the danger their errors represent. I see souls in peril, like mine once was. And it makes me cranky.
I’ve been praying about this a lot, lately. How sad that divisiveness within the Church so often kills off our love for one another. We’re a family, and our family is precious and sacred. But, this not being heaven, it’s kind of a mess. I’ve been begging God to give me wisdom about this, to teach me how to love His wounded Body no matter what the obstacle.
I awoke a few mornings ago with this longing still beating its insistent rhythm, and suddenly felt these words enter my mind: “Don’t let the issue be bigger than the person.” I pondered its meaning. So, maybe it’s really literally true, I thought, that loving each person is more important than being right, that sometimes evangelization best occurs in the simplicity of kindness, not arguments.
I think we can be under the mistaken impression that by simply following the “rules” we adequately serve the Lord. And this is partly true. Jesus said, “If you love me, keep my commandments” (Jn. 14:15). Humble obedience is absolutely essential. But let’s look at the root of all the commandments, found in the first two:
Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments” (Mt. 22: 37-40).
Naturally, loving one’s neighbor includes charitable correction, on occasion. It’s not love if we leave our brother in ignorance of the truth, simply to avoid offending him. But love cannot be emphasized enough, because God is Himself love, and He is the only way that leads to life.
A familiar warning gives fuel to this newfound determination to confront my own judgments:
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing (1 Cor. 13:1-3).
I’m not saying (and neither is St. Paul, nor the Church) that it’s ok that we ought to have a 1970s-style “I’m okay, you’re okay” mentality. All pridefulness, including mine, wounds the Body of Christ, His Church. Us. And I will always, with God’s help, stand against error, endeavoring to write and teach in faithful submission to the Holy Father and to the Magisterium.
But I’m not fit to cast stones or make assumptions about motivation, character, and most especially the state of another person’s soul. I have had it with this conceptual separation from members of my family who also love with zeal, but might not see things the way I do.
I am parched and yearning for the only drink that can satisfy, to follow Jesus deeper into love, with all my inadequacies, depending totally on His grace. I’ve got to keep struggling to love all of my Catholic family. To let their indelibly, authentically Christian souls and the presence of the Great, Triune God who literally dwells in them, outweigh whatever issues threaten to divide us.
Because love is the thing.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love (1 Cor. 13:13).
Lisa Mladinich is the author of& Be An Amazing Catechist: Inspire the Faith of Children and Be an Amazing Catechist: Sacramental Preparation,&(in English and Spanish) available from Our Sunday Visitor, and the founder of .
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我们会通过消息、邮箱等方式尽快将举报结果通知您。Why is this quote controversial? &The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother& | Mama Natural除了爱你，我没有别的愿望
转眼又是情人节。
这种节日对心有所属的人才最重要。而心有所属的大部分情况，恰恰是尚未得到。人生八苦除了生理上的生老病死之外，就是精神上的怨憎会、爱别离、五阴炽盛、求不得。
这些都是药水，我们一帖帖饮下，如饮甘露。之所以爱情会滋长得盛大，它来自于我们年轻时候受到教育的扭曲，叙事的不完整。它被抑制后，会噌得一下点燃，在火光里，才能照耀出自己的全景和对方的身影，这就像拿着天文望远镜第一次看见整个宇宙的模样。
我们所有对爱的渴望最早都是来自书本和影视剧，是道听途说的传奇。现实里却只能用自己沉默与焦灼一点点抚育，经过漫长的抚育，我们才能正确抒情。
在年少的时候，我都是敏感且怯懦的。爱情像个不合时宜的产物，我似乎怎么去靠近方式都不正确，生怕姿势偏了毫厘。有很多的成语都可以描述这样的状态：盲人摸象，管中窥豹，还有相近情怯。
在这个期间我写了很多话，因为羞赧，用上所有的隐喻通感，想让对方如摩斯密码一样破译出来。这种深情，千回百转，却零碎微小得经不住细看。这是唯有处于暗恋中的人会使用的语言，我庆幸上帝让巴别塔倒塌。别人不尝知。
我把爱情当成一个秘密守护，在捍卫秘密的过程中，我才英勇无畏。彼时，我可以不知岁月浅短，任意发誓到古稀暮年。彼时，我像一个骑士，内心高举一面旗帜要和敌人决一雌雄，从所有的光明和黑暗中寻觅你。
我的卑微和伟大统统因为迷恋，却无从表达才变成了尘埃和花。
陌陌在1月22日的时候，连同我做了一个情人节收集情话帮粉丝表白的活动。在林林总总的情话里面，我看到这样一封，诚恳，殷殷切切。让我跨过多少年，看到了穿着校服背着沉重的书包，一边听着黄凯芹的mp3等公交车放学的自己。
Arthur，我想我在这里留言，大概你是看不到的；就像知道你不大可能看到，我也不敢写出你的名字。喜欢是什么。我听过你列表里所有的歌；我看过你喜欢的书；你每一条的法语签名我都知道是什么意思即使我完全没有学过；你今天微博关注了谁，点赞了哪一条，评论了谁的微博，在哪里实习，想去哪所学校，我都清楚。也许你会觉得这种做法太恐怖，但是，喜欢一个人对我来说，其实不太控制得住自己得行为，我想了解你的一切。你之于我的意义，是让我想成为更好的人。今年你就要出国了，法国的学校大概都要念三年吧。燕子不归，紫薇浸月，北方花开，南方花谢。对于和你在一起这件事，我没有足够的希望，就凭着一腔孤勇，在这里对你说：杨晟，我喜欢你。你的每一个晚安，都是意义非凡。
& & ——Iris
这里面的情意，换做今天的我会说，是花了夯实的成本，不求回报。里面最打动我的是如此沉默而炽烈，还有在这些注视后面的克制。
年轻时候的爱讲究感动，讲究无所畏惧。这些其实都是一时的蒙骗。但如果两个人的情感能够持续存活一个时代，这需要理解和共同成长速度的基石。
Iris的孤勇恰恰是，看不见足够希望，还如鸟投林要从精神上理解你。这种恐怖主义的理解是爱一个人时候最大的自我。这个自我能够让模糊而淡小的身影变得高大。
这段话可能是这个女孩耗尽所有勇敢才掏出了真心话。为此，她只有在最后才用了一点修辞，最后的修辞仿佛某种仪式。
我写过很多情话。初中用过浮生六记，高中用过聂鲁达。再后来，用的是英文。似乎用英文就可以拐一道弯，让我免于过于热情和直白的刑罚。波伏娃在《越洋情书》里面写：写信没有接吻那么美妙，有点干巴巴，寂寞，悲哀，但比什么也没有强，我别无选择。
在这里摘录一些我用过的英文。但愿这些狡黠和真诚，能够充沛住很多个春天。
I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, but now I want
a Russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping.
注：haiku——俳句
I never really liked my name much , until I found out what
it tastes like when you sigh it into my mouth.
We wrote mistakes
across our skin
and hoped no one&
would find them
But still we sinned,
and sinned, and sinned
and soon stopped
trying to hide them
I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the
street to avoid them.
I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender
curiosity.
You taste like the fourth of July
malt liquor on your breath, my,&
I love you but I don't know why.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. or
bends with the remover to remove. Oh. no. It is an ever fixed mark
that looks on tempests and is never shaken.
There's a pile of clothes on my floor. That I wish were
Good nite, Mr. Brightside.
艺人:佐藤直纪
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