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Vanuit Die Restory - Gesprekke Tussen Reisgenote (150)


Wat Die Mistici Weet 

2) Ons Hoef Nie Perfek Te wees Nie


“Kom na My toe, 
almal wat vermoeid en swaar belas is, 
en Ek sal julle rus gee. 
Neem my juk op julle, en leer van My, 
omdat Ek sagmoedig en nederig van hart is, 
en julle sal rus vind vir julle gemoed. 
Want my juk is draaglik en my las is lig.”

‭‭Matteus‬ ‭11‬:‭28‬-‭30‬ ‭AFR20‬‬                              




Die Gesprek




Elemente Uit Die Gesprek



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Question of the Day: How does one incorporate imperfection?
In a Navajo rug there is always one clear imperfection woven into the pattern. And interestingly enough, this is precisely where the Spirit moves in and out of the rug! The Semitic mind, the Eastern mind (which, by the way, Jesus would have been much closer to) understands perfection in precisely that way. The East is much more comfortable with paradox, mystery, and non-dual thinking than the Western mind which is formed by Greek logic.
Perfection is not the elimination of imperfection, as we think. Divine perfection is, in fact, the ability to recognize, forgive, and include imperfection!—just as God does with all of us. Only in this way can we find the beautiful and hidden wholeness of God underneath the passing human show. It is the gift of non-dual thinking and seeing, which itself is a gift of love, suffering, and grace. In fact, this is the radical grace that grounds all holy seeing and doing.

Richard Rohr           

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Musiek


"Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering"





Wees goed. En sensitief vir dit wat ons onvolmaakte lewens vir ons wil gee:

Wat geskeur is laat die wind daardeur sing; wat gekraak is laat die lig in.


George & Matilda





Comments

  1. Verstaan nou eers waaroor die lied gaan. Dankie...ek is gefassineer deur Leonard Cohen. Sal graag n boek oor sy lewe wil lees. Enige voorstelle?

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  2. Gaan dit probeer....toe oe uit klei iets formeer! Authentic! Versot daarop!

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