I know there is poor and hideous suffering, and I've seen the hungry and
the guns that go to war. I have lived pain, and my life can tell: I only
deepen the wound of the world when I neglect to give thanks for the early
light dappled through leaves and the heavy perfume of wild roses in early
July and the song of crickets on humid nights and the rivers that run and
the stars that rise and the rain that falls and all the good things that a
good God gives. Why would the world need more anger, more outrage? How does
it save the world to reject unabashed joy when it is joy that saves us?
Rejecting joy to stand in solidarity with the suffering doesn't rescue the
suffering. The converse does. The brave who focus on all things good and all
things beautiful and all things true, even in the small, who give thanks for
it and discover joy even in the here and now, they are the change agents who
bring fullest Light to all the world.
Ann VoskampOne
Thousand Gifts
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