46 results for 'truth'
Perception of the circumstances and things that happen throughout our lives can be so very important. Sometimes, when things happen, it seems as if we have no control over them…they are out of our hands. But…are the circumstances that we experience REALLY out of our hands?IT DEPENDS WHOSE HANDS THEY ARE IN!
A basketball in my hands is worth about $19. A basketball in Michael Jordan’s hands is worth about $33 million. It depends whose hands it’s in.
A baseball in my hands is worth about $6. A baseball in Mark Mcquire’s hands is worth $19 million. It depends whose hands it’s in.... (more)
... in some kind of emotional or physical pain when someone close to you asked “How are you doing?” and you, in spite of the pain, said, “I’m fine,”knowing full well you weren’t?
It is true that when someone asks us how we are, we tend to respond with “I’m fine.” And the truth is that we are more often than not… NOT FINE when we say it.
Usually, the response “I’m fine” is an attempt to hide. Of course, the answer you give depends largely on who is asking. For example, the cashier at the grocery store doesn’t need to hear the truth, but those... (more)
We don't need to look far to find scandal, abuse, adultery, the use of pornography, lying, drunkenness and other types of reprehensible behavior among people that are supposed to be living good Christian lives. People that call themselves 'Christian' are many times the opposite of what one would consider a Christian to be (I include myself in this group, in times past). While there is an aspect of human frailty and weakness that we all will struggle with to some extent, there is a doctrine that has become a 'pillar' of the vast majority of Christian churches which is not Biblical and has led... (more)
Dragano is an editor initially from up north. He’s tall and rakish, the wisp of a moustache and sleek brown hair; has the habit of whistling unexpectedly, as he ponders the ways of an unjust world while stroking a precocious black cat. His villa is classic Tuscan, the bricks and terra cotta gables more orange than red. I soak up the sun while a younger woman serves coffee and biscotti, rubs Dragano’s shoulder and returns to the kitchen.
I mention Venice: Dragano’s birthplace and from where I’ve come. “Ah yes, but that was not to be.” He smiles wistfully and his eyes drift off to one... (more)
...of a Mother's gift
The wind delighting in the fragrance
The aura and aroma scenting this beauty
I come to you with prayer on lips
To never leave you
As I am your own
Surrendered in the divinity
Of understanding, compassion
Tranquil gifts of reverent homage
Belonging as the birds are to flight
The water to the sea
The trees to the forest
I began with you
I will end with you
Nothing will come between
What is offered in truth...
Copyright © 2012 Barbara MacDonald(more)
My heart aches
Seeing you lost in
Believing all the lies
Others have dumped
On your soul...
Entreating, appealing to you
Let them go
From "mental slavery"
Travel within to
Find the essence of
All the beauty you possess...
Remember when you reached out
For no reason other than
You wanted to help
Remember when you shared
Someone trials and pains
Simply out of the goodness
Of your pure giving heart...
This is your immaculate... (more)
Are you somewhere from where you cannot return ...are you somewhere from where you don’t hear. Are you so oblivious of the truth that you exist? If not then, where are you? Today, once again I question my elusive subjection to your existence. ...I yell loudly: “No you are here...you just cannot vanish.”Who are you? I think, I saw you a moment ago but I am not sure. Why I am not so sure? Why is that, I am not able to get it? Why, I am brandishing, my yell to scare you? Am I pretending? Now listen to me, answer me please. Why is that, I feel, you are here? I saw you, that was you and I am very... (more)
My Dear Sir,
From the semantics, I wish to rise above and truthfully wish to say things, which perhaps, would ruffle you. And to be very fair to my grooming and decency, I never wish to say things, to hurt you, if you take this letter as one. If my emotions giving me the liberty to be mighty full to say things, then what I perceive in my observations, surely needs to be worded in fair language of communication. I cease to get drawn into an endless discussions with an individual who refuse to listen but to me you are not an individual; you are more than that. You are not an ordinary man... (more)
...citizens in a capacity that offers my life in the performance of that service. Trayvon will never have the opportunity to make a similar contribution.
As we struggle to understand this tragedy, we should remember that understanding is a three edged sword: your side, their side and the truth. There are extreme opinions and feelings in all of this, and somewhere in the middle is reason, and the truth. The jury got it right the first time but failed to understand the model of which I’m speaking of, and therefore didn’t recognize the truth. In their first vote they were three for... (more)
...within the scope of reality, that which is presented as fact...but upon further investigation, doesn’t hold up to the standard of being fact. The most common type of such a representation is a lie. Well...the only type of such a representation is a lie. The only degree of which is how much truth it’s being hidden in...and if that truth remains, true. Truth, while being absolute, isn’t always enduring. When the game is played along these lines, the water gets muddy on what is technically a lie...and what is simply outdated information. Welcome to the wonderful world of propaganda.... (more)