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St. Augustine And The Heretic.

Aurelius Augustinus of Tagaste, North Africa was won over from his dissolute ways when he and a friend of his were holidaying and they heard a neighbor child singing a refrain,’ Tolle Lige, Tolle Lige,”(Take up and read, Take up and read). He took it up as divine guidance and read from the book of Romans wherein St. Paul’s admonition,” make not provision for the flesh,” made a deep impact to win him over from his hedonistic way of life. At that moment his friend who also heard the child did not think it anything special.
That moment nevertheless was a turning point: one going on to become the father of medieval Roman Catholicism and the other, a heretic. When the latter was at the death- bed the saint went to see him. The heretic resisted a last minute conversion saying that while Aurelius found God whose grace was irresistible he found quite something else. When the venerable Bishop asked him to spell out what he meant he merely quoted his friend’s dictum:” In essentials, unity; in non- essentials, liberty and in all things charity.” When pressed further he said, ” Allow me to die as a heretic; we both were searching for the same- we both, so I believe, found what we searched for. Heresy or liberty? Neither you nor I have time to convince the other as to the opposite. So I shall not, either in this life or in any other.”
Time presses us to shape our belief-systems in the indistinct runoff of certainties and what seem coincidences. These also switch roles. Thus what seeemed a sure thing proves to be flash in the pan. History is replete with such paradoxes.
benny

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Basher al Badawi a fox unfortunately lost his tail and how it grieved him! He had called it some sweet names while he had it. My Milk and Honey,Sweet End and so on. The name he loved most was Jerusalem. But what can he do? He lost Jerusalem because he was very careless and accident prone. Having lost his pride all that he got was a handlength of beard which he hennaed it and thought it made him look holy. Then he went to other foxes and said,’See this radical new look! Call me Oozing bin Leaden. The foxes who had many other things in their mind looking after their families community and their business did not give ear to him. ‘We are moderates’, said they. ‘We obey Allah who gave us tails and you look out for yourself’. The fox with the beard was wroth and said ‘I will make your name stink! Because you didn’t do as I tell you!’
benny

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Hercules was the son of Zeus but his wife Hera would not hear of it. She hated the idea.’He shall never sit among the gods,- over my dead body!’Hera had reason to feel very cut up. He was the son of Her husband’s philandering. She hated to think Zeus would choose any woman over her. Whereas Zeus was sure she was being petty about such things.’As Mother Goddess you must be above jealousy.’Zeus tried to reason and Hera remained in a state of denial. She even set things rolling to shake up the even tenor of Hercules’s life.
Stricken with madness Hercules at one point killed his family. In order to redeem himself from the foul deed he had to put himself under a mean stupid king whose cruelty knew no bounds. He set 12 labors which he was sure would be impossible for Hercules to perform. But the first labor gave Hercules twice as much experience to tackle the second labour and with each labour his confidence, life experience and strength grew exponentially. Naturally he fulfilled the 12 labours.
There was only one problem. And what could top these?
Hercules overcome with exuberance and a touch of pride went around treading heavily. He asked all and sundry,’Who shall set a more hard task? I shall perform it.’
He was sure it was not bragging since he had achieved what was beyond any human.
Zeus heard of it. He came instantly down and appeared in a dream.’My son, I shall set you more hard task. If you perform it you shall be set over all as immortal god. Do you take the challenge?’
Hercules agreed. Zeus said,’Keep silence over your labors.’Hercules never more crowed over his past deeds. He knew the challenge that Zeus threw at him required every ounce of his energy. Whenever company of men boasted over their victories he made himself as though he had none to offer.
Zeus told Hera,’You have been like a tap running on, never giving a thought if it was godlike to control yourself.’
Hera was sure she was justified. ‘Whenever you have an itch you know what to do. Then you come moralizing.’ she retorted. Zeus pointed to Hercules and said his son, though a human did more than she was capable of . ‘He is in full control of himself.’
Hera could understand and she felt ashamed. She relented that when Hercules died she let him sit among the immortals.
Speech is silver and silence is golden and godlike in the case of Hercules.
benny

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“Every good story shall necessarily have a center, an emotional center to hold the beginning and its end together. Whether it is a fairy tale or a parable this center, which I call inner truth makes it a circle. Take the instance of stories like Cinderella and the Prodigal Son,- circumstances though varied, fantastical or austere in treatment, are pulled together to make a story that is perfect. As perfect as a circle”.(reprinted from Elves Bells-ben4ben.wordpress.com/ Dec-1)

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Misplaced Trust ©

A bald eagle was brooding over her chicks on some craggy mountain top. Sam, one chick cried,’Cheep,cheep.’

The eagle brightened up. ‘I must secure the sky lest enemy come airborne and take away one of my chicks.’ The Eagle called out a rolling cloud and said,’I leave it to you to keep an eye on Sam’.

George the other chick said ‘Grrah!’

Mama Eagle looked at the chick and said,’George that was very clever!’

Mama Eagle knew George the chick was reminding her to cover the ground as well.

There was a light breeze. So Mama Eagle asked the wind,’ Be very gentle and take care no harm comes to George.’

The Breeze asked,’What about Sam?’

Mama Eagle with a laugh said,’Don’t worry about Sam. He is taken care of. Only George’.

The breeze nodded.

When mama Eagle went out for gathering food she cried out to Mr. Cloud and Mr. Breeze to watch out. ‘I shall be gone for a while.’

Things however became bad and a storm was brewing sending clouds scattering all about. There was thunder and lightening.

When Mama Eagle returned she found her both chicks were tossed to their deaths. Mama Eagle wailed and complained, “Mr. Cloud, you let me down!”

Cloud excused himself saying, “ I am not to blame, The Breeze ought to have remained where he was. Instead he became so boisterous and threw me all across the sky.’

Mr. Breeze found excuses that he was made uncontrollable by some low depression that formed at the area. These two were sorry but Mama Eagle lost her chicks.

Leave what you can adequately do to some,who are given to changes, results will always be unsatisfactory.

benny

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