The above titled book had great words to me this week, so I will place excerpts here, to remember in other weeks.
“No Matter What Religion, What Matters is That We Love
Some call Him Ishwar,
some call Him Allah, some simply God, but we all have to acknowledge that it is
He who made us for greater things, to love and be loved. What matters is that we love. We cannot love without prayer, and so
whatever religion we are, we must pray together.
It is so beautiful that we complete each other. What we are doing in the slums, maybe you cannot do. What you are doing in the level you are called, family, college, work, we cannot do. But you and we together are doing something beautiful for God.
My religion is everything for me, but for every individual according to the grace God has given that soul. We must not condemn or judge or pass words that will hurt people.
All People are The Same
Looks, education, or position vary, but they are all the same. They are people to be loved. The people you see on the streets of India or
Hong Kong are hungry in body, but the people in London or New York have also a
hunger which must be satisfied. Every
person needs to be loved.
What Mother Teresa said in an interview in China about communism hit the front page of all Chinese newspapers: “Mother Teresa says a communist is a child of God, my brother, my sister.”
We have absolutely no difficulty working in countries of many faiths, like India. We treat all people as children of God. They are our brothers and sisters. We show great respect for them. Our work is to encourage these Christians and non-Christians to do works of love.”
I don’t usually limit my blog posting to excerpts of books, but this book, this week of Pentecost --- and of Memorial Day --- are times I reflect on love, love lived out. In this old book I have on my coffee table for occasional reads, I read her comments this week, and it summarizes my readings and thoughts from the bible and in church when alone with God. We just need to do works of love; it is how He came and showed us to live. Just love our neighbor. All creatures of God, they are our family.
I want to remember that, when I hear stories of people’s differences and wars. It’s not something for me to be irritated in any way about, but only to pray about, praying with trust, and love.
