I am reflecting upon why it is that what resonates with me is so discordant to another? I despise cilantro, it tastes like the smell of stink bugs and yet so many folks love the stuff. You're welcome to the stuff. But this is not about cilantro.
Why is it that which makes my heart sing is a loud clangy gong to another? I love to listening to WAMU, streaming tiny home van life shows, reading hard Sci Fi, 70's music and coffee (the blessed third sacrament). Others prefer Fox, detective vice show, the Times, rap, and Red Bull. But this isn't about preferences.
Why is it what I understand to be truth and which coincides with my faith so much so that it is deeply entrenched in my soul can be an anathema to another who believes in their own truth bolstered by a common faith and is equally entrenched in their soul?
Seeking the common ground ...
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