Meditation
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You take a pilgrimage toward Jerusalem for the festival. It’s been a long trip, but you are drawn. Now you are getting close.
You take a pilgrimage toward Jerusalem for the festival. It’s been a long trip, but you are drawn. Now you are getting close.
For much of the disciples’ lives, Jesus, who is right there with them, is apparently hidden from them. But to those who love him he promises to reveal himself.
The bible, the New Testament, the gospels are full of embarrassing promises, but nowhere are they as thick and heavy as in Jesus’ last discourse to the disciples in John 14–16.
Who may aspire to know God, to serve him wholeheartedly, to be filled with the Holy Spirit, to be made like him?
There will be true prophets and there will be false prophets. How do we tell them apart?
There are many wide roads but only one narrowest way. The wide roads are easy, but the narrow way heads straight up the mountain.
The narrow path is the “way of faith”: not through consolation, sweet feelings, and rewards, but through darkness, dryness and suffering.
Imagine you are omniscient. You know everything. Your memory is perfect.