‘Your sacred space is where you can find yourself again and again,’
‘Religion is a delightful garden, broad and joyous and fragrant. Do not turn it into a desert.’
Catherine of Sienna (14th Cent Saint)
‘There is no higher religion than human service. To work for the common good is the greatest creed.’
‘Men are not punished for their sins, but by them.’
‘And an old priest said, ‘Speak to us of Religion’.
And he said:
‘Have I spoken this day of ought else?
Is not religion all deeds and all reflection,
And that which is neither deed nor reflection,
but a wonder and a surprise ever springing in the soul,
even while the hands hew the stone or tend the loom?
Who can separate his faith from his actions,
or his belief from his occupations?
Who can spread his hours before him, saying,
‘This for God and this for myself; This for my soul and this other for my body?’
All your hours are wings that beat through space from self to self.
He who wears his morality but as his best garment were better naked.
The wind and the sun will tear no holes in his skin.
And he who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his
song-bird in a cage.
The freest song comes not through bars and wires.
And he to whom worshipping is a window,
to open but also to shut,
has not yet visited the house of his souL
whose windows are from dawn to dawn.
Your daily life is your temple and your religion.
Whenever you enter into it take with you your all.
Take the plough and the forge and the mallet and the lute,
The things you have fashioned in necessity or for delight.
For in reverie you cannot rise above your achievements nor
fall lower than your failures.
And take with you all men:
For in adoration you cannot fly higher than their hopes
nor humble yourself lower than their despair.
And if you would know God,
be not therefore a solver of riddles.
Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children.
And look into space;
you shall see Him walking in the cloud,
outstretching His arms in the lightning and descending in rain.
You shall see Him smiling in flowers,
then rising and waving His hands in trees.’
The Prophet. Kahlil Gibran
‘Supposing there were a file of blind men each in touch with the next. The first one does not see, the middle one does not see and the last one does not see. The priests seem to be like a file of blind men. That being so, does not the faith of the priests turn out to be groundless?’