Saturday, March 20, 2010

Hell of a Fresh, What?

Henri Nouwen:

When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us,
we often find that it is those who,
instead of giving much advice, solutions, or cures,
have chosen rather to share our pain and
touch our wounds with a gentle and tender hand.
The friend who can be silent with us
in a moment of despair or confusion,
who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement,
who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing
and face with us the reality of our powerlessness,
that is a friend who cares.
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12 comments:

  1. Mr. CharlestonMarch 20, 2010 at 6:22 AM

    So who is that person?? Your dog stupid!

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  2. the walking manMarch 20, 2010 at 6:58 AM

    My dog is not stupid you jerk!

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  3. intelliwenchMarch 20, 2010 at 8:28 AM

    Wow...a man wrote that?

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  4. PunchMarch 20, 2010 at 2:08 PM

    Mr. Chuckston...I have a cat.
    Walking Man...Amen
    intelliwench...can you believe it?

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  5. Mr. CharlestonMarch 21, 2010 at 8:20 AM

    A cat? That explains why Intelli was suprised it was written by a man. It wasn't, it was written by a pussy!

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  6. PunchMarch 21, 2010 at 10:21 AM

    Mr. chuck...pussy my ass. hey wait a minute.

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  7. jadedjMarch 21, 2010 at 2:04 PM

    Punch, you obviously WERE NOT talking about Charleston. The asshole not withstanding, this was a primo post.

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  8. Mr. CharlestonMarch 24, 2010 at 8:20 PM

    Came back here to find enlightenment and all I find is JadedJabber. Ummmm... pussy ass, JadedJ... Ummmm

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  9. PunchMarch 24, 2010 at 9:12 PM

    You bring your reality.
    Life is good, for those that have eyes to see.
    Ears to hear.
    so on and so forth.

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  10. HarlequinMarch 24, 2010 at 9:13 PM

    back after a nasty few weeks of treading water at work ...
    great stuff over the past few posts, as usual, and with the usual scintillating commentary; this post was quite lovely... tenderness and authenticity ring through.
    thanks

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  11. PunchMarch 24, 2010 at 9:25 PM

    Some days, one just does not want to argue, about it all.
    You win, ok, with a loud, over rideing voice calling one names, (did I spell overriding correct??)
    you win.
    Me, I just want a friend to sit and listen and not call me names or pray to bring down god's judgement, and just maybe, Just maybe help me understand it all.
    Maybe that is Enlightenment, or not.

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  12. PunchMarch 24, 2010 at 9:26 PM

    Thank you Harlequin, this comes at an almost divine timing. (chuckle)

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