Monday, April 20, 2009

"Is thine heart right, as my heart is with thy heart? . . . If it be, give me thine hand" (2 Kings 10:15). I do not mean, "Be of my opinion." You need not. I do not expect of desire it. Neither do I mean, "I will be of your opinion." I cannot; it does not depend on my choice. I can no more think than I can see or hear as I will. Keep your opinion; I, mine, and that as steadily as ever. . . . Let all opinions on one side and the other: only, "give me thine hand." . . . "If thine heart is as my heart," if thou lovest God and all mankind, I ask no more: "Give me thine hand." . . . [and] love me with a very tender affection, as a friend that is closer than a brother, as a brother in Christ.

- John Wesley qtd in Michael Lodahl's The Story of God

1 comment:

Matt said...

Loving is releasing, let it go, space to grow, to flee and return. Learning and exchanging is the meaning of life, but when I'm dead I will not think of anything material. The inmaterial is all that remains. These are the intangible yet concrete connections we make during our lifetimes. These things I will take with me. These things are real. What you cannot see is more real than what is around you; this table, this computer. These "feelings" are more real than the touch of a beautiful being, the breath of your beloved upon your moonlit neck; the moonlight dips in rippling, pulsing, waves of cold radiance. As poetic as you want to sell it, these are equivalent to the couch you sit upon, the television that (mis)informs you, the blinds over your window that don't quite blind the way they should, even the air that sustains you is only a way of holding you in a state of delusion. This is not religious; it is simply fact. (I was thinking of capitalizing that passage but what's the point. You get it, right?) I think you are past most people, and I know that because you don't flaunt it.