How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?
Vincent Van GoghRead
To believe in God for me is to feel that there is a God, not a dead one, or a stuffed one, who with irresistible force urges us towards more loving.
Interpretation
Believing in God involves a vibrant, loving presence rather than a distant or lifeless entity.
Vincent Van Gogh expresses that his belief in God is rooted in a personal, emotional experience. To him, God is not an inert or passive force, but rather an active, loving presence that inspires individuals to pursue a more compassionate way of living. This perspective emphasizes the importance of feeling and experiencing spirituality in a dynamic and meaningful way.
In practice
In a sermon about the nature of faith.
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? There is something inside me, what can it be?
Describing Starry Night: Firmament and planets both disappeared, but the mighty breath which gives life to all things and in which all is bound up remained.
To express a marriage of two complementary colors, their mingling and their opposition, the mysterious vibrations of kindred tones.
Great things do not just happen by impulse, _x000D_ but as a succession of small things linked together.
The world concerns me only in so far as I have a certain debt and duty to it, because I have lived in it for thirty years and owe to it to leave behind some souvenir in the shape of drawings and paintings β not done to please any particular movement, but within which a genuine human sentiment is expressed.
Since visiting the abatoirs of S. France I have stopped eating meat.
When the world is ruled according to the Way, the ghosts lose their power. The ghosts do not really lose their power, but it is not used to harm people.
Uncontradicting solitude Supports me on its giant palm; And like a sea-anemone Or simple snail, there cautiously Unfolds, emerges, what I am.
I want to feel my own nothingness, I want to give myself up in absolute resignation to God, to lie prostrate and passive at His feet, with no other disposition in my heart than that of merging my will into His will, and no other language in my mouth than that of prayer for the perfecting of His strength in my weakness.
That shoreline where the island of knowing meets the unfathomable sea of our own being is the landscape of myth.
The uncontested absurdities of today are the accepted slogans of tomorrow.
It is very easy to overestimate the importance of our own achievements in comparison with what we owe others.
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