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st . francis feast day is oct. 4 .we see the pictures of francis talking to birds and creation and addressing everything with love.francis was a true playboy of his generation and an exceptionmal leader of all the young elite of assisi. by his example they all turned to a higher goal of humility where others were better then themselves . these rich young men of assisi gave away, did not sell their possessions, or put them on ebay for cash . they literally gave them away, all that was the pride of their luxury, beauty and wealth. image that happening today for others in our beloved hollywood the catpital of status, beauty , prestige and wealth for our world! imagine it happening for love of another!
i remember the example of one who has more than all, being the prince of peace who gives it all up to be with us one of us, no more and no less. the beloved of the father , i suppose the wonderful man with the whitebeard that david speaks of. his beloved! image such great love and that is the same love we have , our love! such humility is displayed to us and offered to us and yet we feign doubt or unbelief? are we blind?
catherine doherty the foundress of madonna house spoke about the humility of the women and men who cleaned the corporate offices of toronto at night perhaps praying as they did so . she spoke of humility as honesty , she spoke of it as the cross, crisis point and that is freightening to us. we don't want the kiss of pain. yet that is that what it is. awareness can be a pain for a moment but then the bitter becomes sweet as promised somehow the bittersweet pain is absorbed and humbly knitted into a new truth for us to see.
precious humility the sister of pride. which do i choose most often? turht or the appearence of truth? pride often wins out i am sorry to say.admission to any thing has never been a strong aspect of my character. except now the energy is changing it is more intense and the light vibration can't stand the old and the old is braking up into peices taht are actually melting inot the light. the golden ones sent me back to help the little abadoned boy , who was unloved and unoticed. they were with me many who were caring for the abandonned ones the little ones no one remembers the children, of the poor. the inner child of each one of us the little unkept soul betrayed for the momentary pleasures of desires. enough i love st. francis for being a lover of all things a rtrue model of oneness except he was from that old time or is time coming back in a circle and we are now there again.?