How seldom we weigh our neighbor in the same balance with ourselves.
Thomas A KempisRead
Whatsoever is done in charity, however small and of no reputation it be, bringeth forth good fruit.
Interpretation
Small acts of charity, regardless of recognition, lead to positive outcomes.
This quote highlights the profound impact of charitable actions, emphasizing that even the most minor gestures, devoid of public acclaim, can yield significant positive results. It suggests that the true value of giving lies not in the scale or visibility of the act but in the inherent goodness it promotes in the world.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a community service event to inspire volunteers.
How seldom we weigh our neighbor in the same balance with ourselves.
He will easily be content and at peace, whose conscience is pure.
Trust not to your feelings for whatever they might be now, they will quickly be changed towards some other thing.
Jesus has many who love the kingdom of God, but few who bear a cross. He has many who desire His comfort, but few who desire His suffering. All want to rejoice with him, but few are willing to suffer for Him. He writes; there are many who admire his miracles, but there are few who follow in the humiliation of the cross.
Anyone who thinks hard work will never hurt you has never had to pay to have it done. Jesus now has many lovers of his Heavenly Kingdom, but few bearers of his cross.
He has great tranquillity of heart who cares neither for the praises nor the fault-finding of men. He will easily be content and pacified, whose conscience is pure. You are not holier if you are praised, nor the more worthless if you are found fault with. What you are, that you are; neither by word can you be made greater than what you are in the sight of God.
For me the only things of interests are those linked to the heart
But one kiss levitates above all the others. The intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss. The Iβll love you through a brick wall kiss. Even when Iβm dead, Iβll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.
Drifting, On a sea of forgotten teardrops, On a lifeboat, Sailing for Your love
She wore far too much rouge last night and not quite enough clothes. That is always a sign of despair in a woman.
And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me slip away, you called my name.
Let not your love become attachment, nor your hate become destruction.
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