The coffee is brewing. I am ignoring the fact that I have homework that must get done. The coffee smells wonderful...rising like incense. Mmm.
Here is some thinking.
And a wee something from William Sloan Coffin...The Monsters Within
Morton T. KelseyAgain and again we read the stories of violence in our daily papers, of the mass murders and ethnic wars still occurring in numerous parts of our world. But how often do we say to ourselves: "What seizes people like that, even young people, to make them forget family and friends, and suddenly kill other human beings?" We don't always ask the question in that manner. Sometimes we are likely to think, almost smugly: "How different those horrible creatures are from the rest of us. How fortunate I am that I could never kill or hurt other people like they did."
I do not like to stop and, in the silence, look within, but when I do I hear a pounding on the floor of my soul. When I open the trap door into the deep darkness I see the monsters emerge for me to deal with.
Jesus was more, not less, than a prophet; more, not less, political than others. Only his were the politics of eternity. An the politics of eternity insist not only on nonviolence - an affront to almost every revolutionary; they insist on "one world" - an affront to every nationalist. We shall begin to understand the politics of eternity when we recognise that the territorial discrimination is as evil as racial discrimination.