Guest guest Posted January 4, 2002 Report Share Posted January 4, 2002 "I was sitting, torn by grief. Someone came and talked to me of God's dealings, of why it happened, of hope beyond the grave. He said things I knew were true. I was unmoved, except to wish he would go away. He finally did. Someone else came and sat beside me. He didn't talk. He didn't ask leading questions. He just sat with me for an hour or more, listened when I said something, answered briefly, prayed simply, left. I was moved. I was comforted. I hated to see him go." -- Joseph Bayly, View From A Hearse Thank you, Mike. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 4, 2002 Report Share Posted January 4, 2002 "I was sitting, torn by grief. Someone came and talked to me of God's dealings, of why it happened, of hope beyond the grave. He said things I knew were true. I was unmoved, except to wish he would go away. He finally did. Someone else came and sat beside me. He didn't talk. He didn't ask leading questions. He just sat with me for an hour or more, listened when I said something, answered briefly, prayed simply, left. I was moved. I was comforted. I hated to see him go." -- Joseph Bayly, View From A Hearse Mr. Bayly lost three children to death over the course of several years. He wrote the above book, in which he talks about his grief. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted January 7, 2002 Report Share Posted January 7, 2002 .....in my experience, the wise ones who have touched my life are always very good listeners....silence is a way of communicating for them it seems.....only the fools, like me, continue to babble on and on about awakenings, redemption, enlightenment, salvation, epiphanies.....my practice is leading more and more into serenity and silence.....thank you for this post reminding me to become the ears of the divine......^^~~~~~ further up and further in, white wolfe > "I was sitting, torn by grief. Someone came and talked to me of God's > dealings, of why it happened, of hope beyond the grave. He said things I > knew were true. I was unmoved, except to wish he would go away. He finally > did. Someone else came and sat beside me. He didn't talk. He didn't ask > leading questions. He just sat with me for an hour or more, listened when I > said something, answered briefly, prayed simply, left. I was moved. I was > comforted. I hated to see him go." > > -- Joseph Bayly, View From A Hearse > > Mr. Bayly lost three children to death over the course of several years. He > wrote the above book, in which he talks about his grief. > > > > > > > All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to a. > > > > Your use of is subject to > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Recommended Posts
Join the conversation
You are posting as a guest. If you have an account, sign in now to post with your account.
Note: Your post will require moderator approval before it will be visible.